Taylor Nelson Poetry

It seems to me that all I see is misery
And yet in depth I speak of thee
to ears of those who can not see.
Always wondering, never cured,
forever speaking, yet not heard.
What can surrface this hunger here
or save a soul in toil
to someone dear comfort my fear
and help me reach tomorrow.
Across the light, her lies the fight of which dimentia conqueres
to unsettled minds this answer finds
to them real life is faultered.
Scattered thought of a shattered soul

Poet: Taylor Nelson