A Poem

Sitting here in the silence,

No reason for sense,

Way too astray to be included in the melody,

In need of the notes of somebody.

I need a song to sing,

Or a hum to be humming,

Just a gental flow,

Of something unknown.

Searching for lyrics can be hard,

They should come freely like writing a card,

But where is the known,

Is there a place for this poems home.

Letting the hair fly in the breeze,

Is there any place at all I can be free,

From all these stares,

Or evil glares.

I want out of your sight,

Get me out of your mind,

You are out of mine,

So why can't you, you have more than enough time.

I want peace,

Everything that you can't have or see,

To just set the standard get out of here,

I want nothing to do with you, "my dear"