Letters To Isabella #24

Trying to focus, sitting here
Reading between the lines of Life
As I write outside them, and
Doing lines in between, My Life
One of many Lives, I Lived Before
This Fool am I, This Life Lived
I can't stop shaking, sitting here
Holding, You in my hands
Speaking Words, You're unable to Hear
Feeling Consequences, of Memories Done
Seeing the Distance, This father must go
This Fool am I, This Life Lived
Screaming aloud, these voices call to me
Speaking My Memories, Emotions, Feelings
Through Experiences, still being lived
In the absence of Light
In the Darkest, cracks of my mind
A Visionary with no clear vision
A Chemist, to his own chemical imbalance
That drives these Thoughts, 
To Darken this page with my words
My Words, for You to See, My Life
A Creative Genius lost to a self induced Madman
A Playboy unbecoming, to Now a Saint
A Fools Life Lived
These past Lives Lived
Now, this only Life Left
I want, to Live it with You.....My Dearest Isabella
I Love You