reflection

For these days are winding, and nights remain cold;
Often I find my resignations in an aging old.
As I try to reach out to those my love has departed,
I find out that I am who I am; a blind, ignorant, cold hearted,
Evil man; whose loneliness is a pleasure he seeks,
As a result from inner fears and a heart which is meek.
Wild and ill-tempered, can best describe my deepest of thoughts,
Resounding and misunderstood by no one but I can they be caught.
For they are only true to their thinker, only to me;
Until I learn to love and strive to give... forever there will they be...

-bRAD