cancer
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i have my fingers and t's crossed
my eyes peeled and my mind, lost !
wired tight, before and because
i'm more messed up than i thought i was
reality is sprayed on
the paint covers my hands in hues and blues
pain is trained on
my childhood and my mother
i wish i could express how much i love her
my children and i
we do not speak of such an invasion and treason
anger has forced an unreasonable season
where we are afraid
spring has sprung
as i am hung out to dry on the plain
this wind and weather
makes my colours run like tears and rain
and stain the earth
i am so angry that it brings me to cheers
i grow heartbroken and unholier.
the melancholia ;
a dance to prescribed music
and transcribed lyrics from songs
of well meaning men
if i didn't have hands i would die
but, i would lie about it, too
as i spray on reality.
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