Seclusion of a Lonely Poet

yes your fading, in reality

but sweeps through me desperately

keep pulling off of my shirt

grasping my skin, oh heaven’s dirt

like an owl, so blank in a pedestal

guards from the one, so sentimental

turn your eyes on me, just me again

envelope your wings, now and then

i know what have been done, its done

and i know for you, im gone, so gone

and here i am, so lost and its no fun

here alone and weak, you left, im none