Poets Soul **revisited**

a crazy night looms all around and its too cold to sit or stand in the forest theres not a sound while in the fire,the faces of the deceased are found i wonder what had brought me to this place,a twist of irony or maybe fate my solitaire footsteps i couldnt retrace and if i could its just too late i thought that love would set me free now i find myself in this frozen waste of all the things i thought i'd be and of all i've had,i've had but a taste if i'd lived ten thousand years there nothing which could erase the pain or wash away these salty tears,knowing that i'd never see you again so quietely now as i close this book how many times have i tried in vain to capture truth in just a look and now i'm left alone to try again,now its time i lay my pen to rest it seems theres nothing else to do i've tried and done my very best in writing these few words for you so if by chance someone should read this verse and wonder how it came to be dont shed a tear in reverse just dont forget to bury me, and on my stone just make a note, here lies a poets soul and with this little added quote please cover up the hole