At times I look around,
in search of my voice.
Have I lost my way?
I feel as if everything I put
is just one big repeat upon the reaches of words.
Can anything be truly original?
That is what I wish to bring,
just one poem that’s idea has never been written,
that’s voice has never been heard.
Full on originality.
that will be held within,
the minds of men till death.
A poem that will last past
all the wars, cultural changes, and tears shed.
I want to write with meaning,
with the voice of thousands of souls,
within these hands.
Conveying a message no one was
able to find words for.
That’s the kind of voice I wish to have.
(c) Chris Cariad