When darkness steals over the iridescent sky
And drops of shadow light up the sky,
Like a cloud of faith appears he
Covering my plights,in spasms of glee.

When dewy leaves are painted bright
And morning rays cover the light,
Like a sleepy winter arrives he,
Blowing my dreams back to me.

I never imagined,even in my wildest imagination,that I would have to one day,prove myself to you.
On self inspection though,I believe the fault is mine,solely.The fact that I fail to express what I feel is most certainly a drawback,and like a complete idiot,I expected you to understand.I expect you to understand things I keep bottled up,things which I wish I could say out loud,but which somehow gets lost amidst so much else.
These should stop,immediately. I don't know how,but it should. This is probably how I am,but its clearly not doing any good.It never did,before,but it was my obstinacy then,that kept me from accepting my own faults.But now that I have,I have absolutely no clue about the solution.
Its a bewildered feeling of helplessness.I don't know what to do.
I just wish you'd understand,somehow.Not just accept things,as you always do,but UNDERSTAND them,as I'd like you to.
Rifts are difficult to bridge,especially when I'm the one to blame.

I'm not much of a poet.
I've tried my hand,and I still am,inspired by certain inspiring beings,armed with a desire that seems like a crime almost,to one day be able to emulate them.
I start off with a head full of images and ideas,but somewhere along the path of penning them down,they get scattered into oblivion and I'm left picking up the pieces that remain.As a result (which is very sorry indeed), I remain utterly dissatisfied with my attempts.
I've managed to keep up my hopes,as of yet.
Maybe,one day? :)