the muddled memory of yesterday,
a priceless oil painting meets solvent,
or same difference,
when i think of the way i want to forget,
the life that occured, behind me
twisted and strangling all hope
suffocating the spiritual,
in vain are my attempts, to let go,
i choke when trying to swallow, the truth
unchanging, i cannot alter the setting,
tomorrow is a fragile thing,
i covet my moments today in it's shadow,
fractured sequence of unyielding trials,
i'm worked into a frenzy, an insecure smile
masking my face, the child i was,
unfulfilled, out of place,
this version i've become, carbon copy
of a typical upbringing,
breaking the silence, to finally breathe freely...
This poem is very true. I really like the ending.. .. ..
~B~
I am not sure where to begin on this one so i will keep it short. tomorrow is a very fragile thing~ but we can still live for it. I can only hope to help remove the mask and let the loving man underneath just shine-like i know he can: ) you have surpassed the past my love! future is looking bright- (maybe we should wear shades? i am a dork : )
sending love and energy your way-
-me in tn