Iím not trying to be a world class poet;
Iím no Shakespeare or Poe, and I know it.
Iím just trying to express myself,
To address myself,
and these problems I have.
So, sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride.
Step right up, and look inside
my troubled mind.
If you seek, perhaps you will find,
Through this window of words,
A little nook or cranny
In my cracked and broken core,
That bears a vague semblance
To a place youíve been before:
A place to rest your head
And take shelter from the storm.