In between words I exist,
born of letters weaved together to form a name,
pregnant consonants giving birth to dreams of fame
that later years still persist,
when death so near will stake it’s claim
and I seek reasons to resist.
In between words I become,
shaped by symbols left engraved during my past,
forgotten pages marked with ink that’s fading fast
and I will wander without a home,
with just some reasons to make life last
or make it worth to be reborn.
In between words death will be,
an unmarked grave with words addressed
to a sudden life which love possessed,
as written down so all could see
what I’ve become and I profess,
in between words I will be free.
H.O. September 18, 2013