94 - Written Words

To write is to never forget,
Your dreams or your life,
You hope that others,
Will appreciate it's raw intent.

Could it be a scapegoat within ones own inhibitions,
To share that words cannot say,
To write but cannot show,
The inner confusion that be not expressed,
But only to be understood if relative of the reader.

Difficult to express unless reading upon the same script,
A script of inner most confusion,
A silent world of love, hatred, sorrow and envy,
A door that will never be fully closed,
To express what is felt within the broken hearted,
Without prejudice nor denial.

It is written with passion,
Always with inner confusion,
May the eye of the beholder,
Come to understand the view of the pen,
Writing with tears of sorry and happiness,
Of it's troubled holder,
A life with a view...