(2014)
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
Life is an uphill struggle Nothing comes easy and only hard work pays off I don’t like hard work was my 5 word protest
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I wish you had told me that on the good days kissing you would make me think that I knew what happiness was and on the bad days
There seems to be a drought in my… but who knows if it is the cause or the result of the war raging within me
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
