Books are food for the mind. Poetry is food for the soul.

Alone,
I stand by the sea,
thinking thoughts of
Love,
Life,
and Friendship.
As these thoughts race inside my heart,
I rise,
and rise,
and rise,
to a better place. Heaven.

Alone,
I stand by the gates,
waiting.
I fall when they open,
fall back to Earth,
fall back to my nightmare. Reality.