Now, I said I was gonna try to get in another freelance...
I tried to find some inspiration, but in all the atmosphere, it got me depressed.
I tried going through some old poems, but I realised just how depressing I can get!
That's not good, especially for me.
So, what I'll do is post was is to me, the least depressing poem I've written. It has nothing to do with me, but the ideas were stuck in my head at the time I wrote it; so I decided to get rid of it. One of my earliest pieces, from the vault...

Alone In A Cemetery

Alone in a cemetery, standing near tides,
near tombs of deception and little white lies,
looking at death from all races and tribes...
I was three years old; and alone in a cemetery.

Then I heard my mother cry
On that night my grandpa died
and I really didn't understand why...
I was three years old; and alone in a cemetery.

Now I'm old, and understand
and no longer need to demand
exactly why my mother felt so sad.
But then, I was three years old; and alone in a cemetery.

When I look back, I feel pain too.
Although I was youg and didn't know what to do.
Now it's time to move on when the skies are blue...
But then, I was three years old... and alone in a cemetery.

Absolut Terry @ 1:38 AM| link