(2014)
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
There seems to be a drought in my… but who knows if it is the cause or the result of the war raging within me
The pen must be mightier than the sword For there is nothing that will spill your guts faster than a bit of ink that says
Life is an uphill struggle Nothing comes easy and only hard work pays off I don’t like hard work was my 5 word protest
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
There is something to be said of a true friend One who will pull the knife from your back One who will stitch the wounds
I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
