my green eyes went black as they met the sun for too long
burnt and begun
beginning to bare
peeling away tore into me
I had a grip of love on something I knew was leaving me behind
ticks of winding down clocks
built into my heart's rhythm
balance fell below and broke the scales measure
drops of rain and the splash of life that they leave became my humble irony
I beat...I blend, I melt....
standing alone in the bright wisdom of this earth...I feel chopped off and lonely when I place my bookmark inside difficult pages...the ones calling past my sight...waiting for the big man inside my life...to tough it and take me through....
im a branch, severed with time
dark, gangly, buried with last breaths
I have leaves and seeds, to grow...its just about time...and letting the clocks tick within me...
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