“My Life.”

Working for the sake of art
Paying my bills to get ahead
Investing within the art I create
In order to try and heal
I’ve been dealt many invisible blows
That fester and hurt deep within
Yet I carry on without complaints
My dream dates other people sadly
The one man that can help
Cast aside like a worn shoe
I tend to give for love
I’ve been cast aside by hate
So I carry on with hope
That those beautiful folks will come
Into my humble life and circle
So I spend time writing poetry
If a melody moves my pen

All that I need in life
Paper, pens, computer, food, shelter, love.