Free Hand Poem by Brett Roberts

Lost in lustrous green fields.
Imagining what is about to be.
My heart yields along with the wind.
This car has power, one hundred and twenty miles an hour.
It’s becoming hard to see
Why its so hard to belong
My heart and soul delicate
Like a precious flower

Raging war within every waking second
Too young too care, I know my life will sore.
Never will I regret that it was a bored.
Friends and family my love is for.
I am not like before, I feel so much more.

Personality traits and bad habits will seldom change.
But they’re possible to rearrange to
be better, be a somebody. Some day.
A good job and a big old house,
a beautiful wife, the picture prefect life.
My determination will lead me where I want to go.

Seconds past, minutes finish
But this clock does not make me, me.
Its this ink that defines my every breath.
Tangled in black and white, is where my heart lays.
Expressing my emotions on a note pad.
I realize it will be a long time till I can say
“I love you” again.

I’m lost in the moment that is present and passing us by.
My heart tossed in the sky, well alive and high.
There is no reason to sigh, it doesn’t bother me she said bye.
I will not justify why, I’ll just continued to fly high.