As time goes by with dust and mist covering the air,
I walk in uncertainty unknown, unseen, unheard.
I listen to how people talk, how people see,
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As time goes on and the ground turns to ash as the rivers turn
To blood among the dust and wind I look toward the sky blood from
My eyes my heart ash and my soul crushed as I look at the sky
It turns as black as the night as black as the hole among men.
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I have been writing poems for a long time i started when i was 13 i am now 18 i have 3 books full of poems i want to get published but never can find a publisher i have autism and adhd i am level 2 high functioning so alot of people are surprized about me writing poems i am a bit weird and write a lot of different types i write about nature darkiness love sin anything i try to look at others and my self and write how i feel or they feel i am a very kind person and dont like to be mean i will not lie about your poem if you ask me to read it and tell you what i think i am a honest and loyal person i have been hurt many times so alot of my poems are dark and sad but i have a lot of good ones as well if you have any questions just ask me.)
-been And Gone-
As time goes by with dust and mist covering the air,
I walk in uncertainty unknown, unseen, unheard.
I listen to how people talk, how people see,
how people speak and ask is this how I should be?
They look at me, with uncertain eyes not sure if i am
good or bad.
I look back confusedand dazed uncertain, who I am I look
and I feel though kind is who I am but not sure anymore.
I look atthem and say why? Because I am different or is it because
I am slow? Is it because of what I know?
They look and laugh with darkness among their eyes seek fun
with pain, wHich I am very use too.
Now I look back and see this now
I grin and laugh then walk away.
I say there is no time for pain, through sorrow when it rains
or when it's dark no matter what just let it shine.