Michael T. Belair

Norwalk, Connecticut, USA

I started writing poetry on October, 1996 when a friend in the same building passed away. He was waiting for an organ transplant. I wrote my first poem, "Time Is But A Rain Drop," and dedicated it to Mandi. Sadly to say, it took the loss of a friend to inspire me to write poetry. I'm single and a strong believer in the God of love. I've written my own manuscript and I'm working on another. I like to share my poetry with the world with meanings of inspirations and love. Another tomorrow captures my pen in hand.

Flow Of Pain

Happiness is where?
Happiness does someone care
Sadness is hard to bare
Is it right or fare
To feel that way?
Day by day
Life goes on with blues
I'm not alone
There are a few
A overhead fan keeps me cool
Inside I'm flowing with moods
Sadness to gladness
Seems a tower away
I'm down under
Looking through
All I feel is blues
A broken flow of pain
Happiness is to gain
I have awareness in vain
I need the tools.