Yesterday I was
optimistic as the sun,
broad as the
sky, impish as the morning
mist.
Now
I bleed,
slowly,
like a finger
through my
letterbox.
Today,the sky-hooks
are embedded in my
fllesh again, and I am
dead
inside.
optimistic as the sun,
broad as the
sky, impish as the morning
mist.
Now
I bleed,
slowly,
like a finger
through my
letterbox.
Today,the sky-hooks
are embedded in my
fllesh again, and I am
dead
inside.
