My poetry: Someone calls him crazy
Many look for houses in broken homes
Someone calls him crazy
Someone has a great laugh,
No one understands the pain of his heart.
He stays awake in the dark of night
Waiting for everything to be okay
Then comes the inevitable morning,
With the darkness of despair in his life.
Yet he lives with indomitable hope
That is the only way to survive
Maybe one day he will be lost
In the cruel rules of time,
But his efforts to survive will encourage us.