Hopeful

Thou, dig me till my crest To scoop out The secrets hidden in my abyss Thou, dig me till my

The blind

You lent me your ears I gave you my words I gave you my poems I gave you my secrets

Zilch

I know what I die for I am hopeful of what I die for I know what I am alive

Bonafide

I am the poet The sinner, The ardent lover Whose words remain unheard Yelped quietly Died unnoticed Never reborn I