The sun rises
With more colors
Than a grade school
Box of crayons
Bare feet swiftly sweep
Over moist grassy ground
And I put those
Pleasant memories
Back in that black space
Hidden past my blank face
Cause I have to let go
Of loving hope

She smiles and laughs
But I do not ask
She is pretty
With a nice figure
Seams smart, kind,
And tender
With a beautiful brain
But I erase her from my mind
Cause I have to let go
Of loving hope

Paycheck to paycheck
One poem to the next
I sit and guard shadows
To forget myself
Wearing eyes of wonder
I focus better at night
Cause the dawn is to painful
And I hate hopes
Hurtful light