Paint & Canvas
Every day
a brush at hand
And nearby, to love you
a man
Without them I do not know
which way to go
There is no stroke
to leave my fingertips
No descriptions
to escape my lips
Every day
a new pain
Makes it hard to keep
from going insane
With them
I don't understand
how you can say there is a plan
With all the horror
and the fears
Don't you see the reason
for your tears?
Every day
I wonder why
I ponder
and I often cry
With that I contemplate
any way
to clean the slate
But it's too late
We are our past
I try and run
It catches up fast