GLISTENING

Shone upon the glistening sky,

The way to right is seen,

Fragile arrival set back in reality,

Alone in the world of man,

Being everything he could be,

Yet in the end, ending up like nothing he seems.

Shot across a room with nothing,

Allowing myself to explode within,

Raging ability to create,

He erupts with his muse and destroys his doubt,

His hands race across shredded lines,

Disrupting the very essence of himself,

His ideas like daggers shoot from his hands,

Words and sentences are created on instant,

Destroying rules and norms followed by all,

Allowing himself to create his own.

No Form Taken Upon His Writing

But in his world norms are of no importance,

For he is the creator of such beautiful chaos,

His is the surround ability to overcome,

His is the glistening hope of a new beginning.

S. Ruben T.