Human Pattern Poem by KarlRomeo PierreLouis

And it was the reflection
That kept me between the hours
Of fading night and new day
And it was my imperfection
That I had loved and lost
Along the better years of dreams
And in the silence of his stare I see
A past and future I fear and avoid
Within the arms of foolish daydreams
Chased and rhymed about
And it is then I fall into my tears
And succumb to who I’m not
And it came to be a dawn
And a wasted night awake
Broken into pieces of song and melody
And it was the reflection…..