the truth comes out...
 

ive left my light far behind
now im wandering in the dark
has time brought its final test?
has its final breath been lost?
the costs my soul has endured
they are far to expensive for my taste
but yet i would continue at a steady pace
always retracing my steps for perfection
left in my own tracks,grasping dreams reflection
always copeing with that unanswered question
till fate stepped in, answering for me
i was blind to the sights i was adoring
feeling so unwanted,who cares about my story?
im sore from singing the song of trust
no more can i bring love equal to lust
i was feeble,so easily mis-guided
yet now i see where it is my life is
by morning light the night will end
and another day i will begin.....

i think its a good piece. i like the way u use originality and keep it in your own form of written expression. not many do that just for the simple fact that they are so common especially when they think a poem is always suppose to have a rhyme scheme when thats not it at all. but i really did like this one.1