He wrote and wrote

He cried and tried

He wrote he wrote

And hurt inside

He wrote and wrote

And tried to say

Locked in feelings

In the way

Dreaded fears

Locked deep

At times haunting

Fleeting sleep

Fears came to stay

At times he managed

To write them away

Write them away

Wipe them away

Placed on clear white pages

Then thrown away

Over and over

He hoped to implore

Please listen he begged

But most ignored

And still he wrote

Wrote and wrote

And wrote some more

On clear white pages

Then thrown away


He raged as rage grew stronger

And fears grew deeper

And near the end a hand reached out

Was sleep to be his savior

It was to sleep

It was a world he never knew

And so he slept the final sleep

And sank into the final deep

The one that lonely angels keep

Answers to all his dreams

In that world of sweet

Where dreams and people never die

And there he would need write no more

or cry

© 2013, Dan Sanders. All rights reserved.

Dan Sanders (34 Posts)

I made it through college, started at Pace in New York, family seemed to think I needed a business degree. I didn't last long, two double periods of accounting a week and I was off to N.Y. U. To make a long story short ( too late for that) I graduated from UCLA and actually, my biggest kick out of that is just saying, especially here on the east coast UCLA, but I could care less, been in Boston since 1975, though I was coming for a year or so. A very good friend at the time, she said to me "Dan you'll never leave Boston" so dear Florida “Sun Spot Baby" you're down there, been in and out of radio, TV, acting and that's me in a nut shell.


  1. Oh I think that is FANTASTIC..right up my Street…..

    • Dan Sanders (Author)

      Thank you Danny, I consider that a very fine compliment indeed.

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