My lot
I’ve given into the chance of spring-wise weary
Where my bones creak with the sun
I speak on crinkled pages
The only way I can be true; be myself
Is in these moon-soaked scribblings
Or in the cripple of drink
Can I truly be free; To let go
In all else I am a broken limb
For I so often feel without
An integral piece that is missing
From my workings; So you must forgive me
I am constantly turning
With no wheels in tow
I spoke of things that I know I can never feel
All that has been emptied out
I pray on a hope and wish
But what has been done cannot be reversed
So I’ve made peace with the raven
And I truly believe
Somedays I will not live through the night
I get that premonition
Of losing something of myself
Every single day
And I harp on things I still possess
But fear the dark has taken them
Maybe they have slipped from me
I have been in my clouds
And too dim to realize
So I face my truth
But you were sweet
I will always think on you
When I paint my stars in the moonlight
But this joy, this unattainable glimmer
Is far from my reach
I need my pain far too much to let it go
I think if we part, I would be hindered
And thus, cease to exist
It’s my three-headed serpent
Bent on me like alimony
And I kiss it three times for luck
But I wish I didn’t need it
A summer’s breeze to wash over
And fill me up with gladness
Sounds like a sweet morning
But dreams are all great
But dawn comes too soon
And I will dream where the past
Cannot reach me
And I drown i my sheets
Rushing of cherry trees and glistening
