Looking past some darkened shadow,
soothing pain that never mattered,
having a life that never shows?
I will keep an open letter!
I will hope of a cold tomorrow
black and blue; wet with sorrow
I’m slipping past my new beginning
never want to see the ending
broken by my deposition
wide awake in the sleeping position.
Dry tears always healing
maybe someday I should wet them
patch this gray beneath my feet
floating but oh so steep
unable from my lack of attention
broken blister of the pain that itches
clear and smooth almost better.
I will hope of a blue tomorrow