Sunday, October 9, 2011

no skin

they told me if i wrote today
i must be feeling better
then they observed my lead was greyer
seas and storms were wetter
my leaves more orange than before
the torment redder still
my laughter gold and golden more
my tears can fall at will

they told me when one feels such pain
one's closer to the edge
and art sobs down much like the rain
and drowns ones window ledge
to have no skin some times good
so one should not repine.
but they don't see and nor they should
i'm like that all the time.