This page aches for words
like the sky would miss the birds
if they never returned to the sky.
Like if the sun never rose
and we froze in the cold air.
This page has the potential
To be inspirational,
To be sensational,
I am the vessel.
but my words fail me sometimes
They fall short of greatness.
If I am arrogant about anything
it’s that my words should touch your heart
make you smile or shed a tear or two
and make you think.
But promises made
make a rod for my own back
they can be dark
my words my words can be black
but there is a always a shard of light
to pierce the gloom.
So page make room
For these words.
By Dan Hooks
AKA alienpoet