"I am certain
If you gave a modicum of attention
To my words
You would understand
The reason behind
For speaking in riddles
Verse by verse
Words that flow together
So beautifully in sync
Every time
You smile
It assuages my dying soul
And fills it
With blooming flowers
Of every kind
I speak in riddles
Because I don't want
Anyone to know
I'm alive
Because I have to be
I water my flowers at the blink of dawn
To watch it die when no one else
Is around
Everything comes and goes
Like a red traffic light turning green
Pain and loss
Follows me
From dusk to dawn
Yet I'm still reminding myself
That there will be someone
Who will hold my hand
And guide me out of
The darkness
When in reality
I know deep down
I have been
Abandoned
I speak in riddles
Because it's easier
To not be understood
Then to be
Misunderstood "
- life
