Sunday, December 16, 2018


I wear my truth
Like a canvas
Showing you my world
Bringing a light
To my darkness
Bleeding life from pain
Painted sorrow
A lonely blue
Brilliantly released
With every stroke
My mighty pen
Feels like I can’t breathe
Silver moonbeams
Bleak, dreary sky
Weathered the rested
Eyes without sight
Benign existence

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