#lifeitself
Canvas blank, canvas green
I loved an open cardboard sea
Lips are hushed in saccharine
Or cracked under the winter fee
I’ve obtained an ear for life
A taste for wisps of scattered sounds
Gone is every sacred strife
That licks my heel like hagged hounds
I’ve an eye that meets a bed
Where I lay down to breathe sincere
I’ve no limits in my stead
Nor the hatred for a mirror
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 11:04 AM UTC
Life is tough, but even
In the darkest of times you can
Find some good.
Everyday you'll find some good left.
In the darkest hour, in
The middle of the night--
Sleepless and thinking--
Each day is a new chance to
Live and
Find the good in the world.
Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 10:18 PM UTC