Writer

In the innermost
Recesses of my mind
Where wonder, joy
And melancholy dwell,
Where all the turmoil
Of my soul I find,
There lives my heaven
And my hell,
Yet, I need an even
Balance in my life,
I cannot live with
Restlessness and strife,
I purge my soul
And set things right,
To ease my mind
And stop my daily fight,
I sit at my computer,
Bare my heart and write,
Putting on paper
All my thoughts, confessions
To come to terms with
Lost dreams and obsessions,
Even if no one ever reads
My prose, my poetry,
It matters not,
For self-expression sets me free,
And when I leave this world
Into the 'not to be',
Perchance, my poetry and dreams
Will tell you - this was me........

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz