Paint & Canvas

Fri, 07/26/2013 - 21:54 -- LANE♥

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

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