Never A Preacher

                             Signatures in my yearly book, define my future's way.

Destined they said to follow, the fate of Emily...

    Enchanting honor abound - what glorious a path to take.

I raised my head to blossomy youth - to the multitudinous of 

                                             my future pride...

     Her history a blinded stroll leads me swiftly before the romance 

                                                     gate.

I had not touched her worldless state, nor stopped before the edge

                                          to the beckoning road.

                                 Willingly I entered, the fate of Emily.

True this day in years so vast, the same are we in our difference.

                                          Our generations boundless.

     Thirty souls or more, yet never less, have touched deep within my heart.

Thirty souls or more - were branded to a new eternity...I FAILED, with everyone                               but greatly loved.

Unrequited, pen to paper marks this well, reclusion opens wide it's        

                 perpetual gate, to my walk towards fate, on the road I travel

to Emily.

     The world of professionals at their best, some had not a name at all

Spared just one - that Emily met her untimely fate.  Never a preacher                                                      shared this misery line.  

       What faith I place in paper and pen mark me well, I do it justifiably.

                         Defining my future so long ago - to that of the fate of 

                                                             EMILY 

Reviews

[...]

Nicely original style. Words are very tender in my brain. There is some magic and also very strong focus on real life.

[Bonnie Paige]

Thank you Wordman. Emily is still ok with me.

[Bonnie Paige]

As far back as I can remember those that knew me called me the new Emily Dickinson. As youth left me
I find reclusion took me over more and more.