The life continues
but the living hurts
Is this the way she wins its way
against all costs
My head is worn down
My attitude is jaded
and poetry becomes the only shelter
of my time
I'm not dead
I'm still here
And life, as torn and fresh as it may be,
begins a new chapter in his melancholy novel
I feel
the hurt inside and out
I want to be happy again
the delight needs to be
brought back into his eyes
My two worries
failure and recovery
I pray
become respectful
each and every day
but these days he's silent now
and slow to adjust.
J.R. 6/1
but the living hurts
Is this the way she wins its way
against all costs
My head is worn down
My attitude is jaded
and poetry becomes the only shelter
of my time
I'm not dead
I'm still here
And life, as torn and fresh as it may be,
begins a new chapter in his melancholy novel
I feel
the hurt inside and out
I want to be happy again
the delight needs to be
brought back into his eyes
My two worries
failure and recovery
I pray
become respectful
each and every day
but these days he's silent now
and slow to adjust.
J.R. 6/1
