Aa Harvey

Turn the page

Turn the page

Inside this mind a thought is formed,

Then cast aside to remain no more.

A lightning bolt inside a storm;

My memory returns as if it was before.

So words are said to set us free

And they do, as I tell you the tale of me.

Myself and I are a symbiotic personality.

My mind, body and soul create poetry.

Succinct when in sync,

Through these stories I speak.

The boy, now a man,

Is forever becoming more unique.

This life is too short and time is no friend;

The watcher is watching and waiting for the end,

But he shall remain unfulfilled, on that you can depend,

Because I have much more to do, before I ascend.

My soul has grown weary and needs to speak out.

Protest, or suggest; a way to remove the doubt.

Many have come before me, so I have no need to shout;

We are close now, so I can whisper and you shall hear aloud.

Minds are for changing and I am no longer the same;

I have passed through the dark times, I have turned the page.

The rain has stopped falling and even now I remain,

A poet, the poet; unheard of…

But one day you will know my name.