The darkened sky above
The starry lights contained
Fits like a glove
Found before it rained
Then truly was the cold
To kill the inspiration
Flowed in days of old
Lost in desperation
Reaching out to save
What I lost about myself
Before I hit the grave
Want it put upon the shelf
Now I'm only here to say
What's constant in my brain
Dressed in thoughts I lay
May come across as pain
But sound is my mind
In these dwindling days of youth
The path becoming lined
As I search for my truth
YOU ARE READING
From Mind To Quill
PoetryA compilation of short poems written by Nathan E.L. Paynter. The content and meaning of each poem is inspired by many things including personal experiences, music, nature, and many others.
