Way of a poem

An aim to fulfill

Writin’ ‘bout beauty

But it’s out of reach

Poem

In the beginnin’

Nice and sweet

Changes it’s direction

To where I’m goin’ to seed

Go to seed in loneliness

Self-destruction hate

Where’s the sweetness gone

Has it left my thoughts

Has it left my soul

Has it left my body

Is there anything left

Of this wide-eyed faith

In life being something

To be enjoyed