Poetry of the Soul

This next year should and will be a better year, a better beginning to a better decade.

The years pass
Time ticks away
Is it our duty
to watch it?
It slips through our fingers

I tried to keep track
I saw each event
as it became dust
nothing but a scar in my brain

I could not catch all the grains
My hands can only hold so much

I write now
My soul fresh and open
My poetry on display
not for anyone but
discipline
and God

This is my story
This is my life
Through the eyes of a poet