dark, red crib
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
i woke up in this bed of thorns,
eyes filled with sorrow as i watch myself mourn.
confusion and worry filling up my mind,
fear in life's step, all i need is to climb.
grasping for air to wind back my memory,
finding my way home to the self i used to be.
unveiling my senses as i sink in questions,
building up myself with lifeless illusions.
binding courage for me to stand,
marks of red substance surprised me at very hand.
gently kneeling down to wipe all the pain,
erasing each trace of hardship never to remain.
kissing the tears as i close my eyes,
i taste bitterness, there i came to realize.
voice of serenity i wanted to hear,
shadows of comfort longing to appear.
broke a leg at 2:08 PM