What good is there in a person like me?
a fool stanging at 6'3,
a wondering mind without a home
the host of a power uncontrolled
spacing far and wide in his own world
what would someone see
while looking at someone like me?
will they see a strength of mind
a strength of the soul perhaps
I doubt it considering it's hollow
the only thing to fill it full
is a passion for others pains
to take it from others
so they may not feel it's bite
while this fool holds it tight
Is there any good in me?
a dark soul who writes poetry
the spinning of words endlessly?
But is it even a skill for me
or is it nothing but rubbish
to be tossed and set free
For the one who asks this now
would anyone even see me
And want to hold me close?