What I brought to art

I sit and I meditate. I pray and the days,

Pass me by. I wait and what I brought;

Is feelings of love, loss, and I ache.

Let me rely me upon him.

Sometimes I sing lines... 

Like a hymn,

He knows how to fashion- A figure of beauty; almost imperceptibly...

Rounding out life, combining impressions,

Thoughts of depression and suicide,

Perhaps what I is merely myself

As the days pass me by.