Thursday, March 31, 2016

Transient

the darkness overtakes me
when moments of sadness arrive
I try to keep smiling on the outside
but I don’t want to:  I want to be real
to show the outcomes of what gangs up
on my moments of sanity, reality,
here I am shattered into pieces
broken, sad, sorry that I am not powerful
that I cannot give everything I wish
not as true, clear, lit by the sunshine
I drop from the sky, the blue, blue sky
into a sea of crude oil today
I want to be cleansed and revived
of the market, of the transitory fog
going from one thing to the next
into the light, bright sunshine
where I can grow like a sunflower

turning with the great goodness of the sun

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