Poetry Poem by Andrew Cox

Poetry,
I sit on my bed, then I lie down,
pick up the pen, just like right now,
I close my eyes, and I vision peace,
then I open them to see that there's a missing piece,
Infact, the board is empty, I can no longer play games,
my dreams seem uncertain, perfect pictures may fade,
So I use you as a release, you help stress decrease,
but it doesn't last forever, so I find it best to sleep,
People see a different 'me', they don't know this side,
they picture me happy, they don 't know I cry,
I need company, preferably 'the one for me, '
but at the moment that's not a possibility,
Happy days aren't far away, I'm almost there,
I have people around me, and it's not that they don't care,
It's just, I write down these words and you KNOW it's ME,
so I confide in you..... my poetry.