Archive for November 22, 2014

dear life

dear life,

i break a little more each passing day,

i misplace too many scribbles along the way,

tell me, dear life, my faithful companion,

what have you got to say?

I mean it wasn’t really my call,

or was it,

but then again,

isn’t this whole shindig,

your gig after all?

                        on flimsy whims,
              under tepid prodding,

the heart bleeds,

                               its blood-like tears

           soaked up by the waiting earth

the sun stretches its embrace

wrapping me in warmth
& peace

the peaceful warmth felt
in gentle dreams

each time i see his face

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