Thursday, January 17, 2013

THIS

This is bags under my eyes
A head of gray hair
A spirit worn out of flicker.

This is a morning to sleep through
A day, again, the same as yesterday
A day dreamer no more.

This is from where everyone leaves
Where all the blame and mistakes live
An embattled heart.

This just is.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

As quietly as it all faded to dark without me knowing, I so hope the opposite could be the new truth.