Horizon of Tan
Look at me, what do they
see?
Cherubic smiles in broken clouds
for miles?
Gathered in the clouds is
the mix of tears
Happiness, sadness, whips of
drawn blood, quartered thru’ years
Do I kill my soul so as not
to feel?
Or batter my bedrock and
happy emotions steal?
The horizon of tan is the desert of Man
Skeletons of sadness,
slain by that thirst as they ran
Stop the destruction and
let me drink at the ridge
No running thru’ the hole
of the shattered straight-edge
All the time I call my name
to keep sane
Afraid it’s tenuous and
terrified I might let go
I look for that safety in
a call of prayer
Only silence do I hear so
instead I swear
To be my strength from
within until it crashes to dust
Not to care about tomorrow
for only today is a must
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