No one else but those who read,

my meager mourning verse,

knows exactly how I bleed

and when I feel the worst.

Total strangers, you and I,

you may never return.

Most they simply pass me by

but some may stay to learn.

Look into my very soul,

see the things I hide.

Watch me curled inside my hole

or when I beam with pride.

Thank you for taking the time

to stop and view my meager rhymes.

Do not be too shy to chime,

in, if something's on your mind.