Never an another

Here I type on this blog spot,

The other it may be seen,

by the ones I care not 

to be in on this scene. 

Some things I need to let out,

The previous poem was clear

Of what it was all about

The things we hold dear.

The more people I meet

The more people I know

It would a great feat

To bring the high to low.

Wanting and yearning,

The only true way

Is with age and learning

That there will become a day.

The time to join the missed,

To reap the rewards,

Or have we just been dissed?

Earthbound as cowards?

A nothing to store,

a spec of dust,

Nothing more,

than part of a crust. 

Will there be life ever after?

Peaceful, unlike the vampires?

Blissful, spiritual and Holy

Like the girls around a campfire?

Why do I talk to them still?

Am I crazy, INsane?

Do they talk to me at will?

Do you think it'll rain?

I need answers,

Will I go somewhere

If I am eaten by panthers?

Does anyone care?

I miss who I miss,

I have who I have,

All have some of one,

One had all of some. 

Maybe one day,

There will be one,

To make me happy,

As some to be as one.