5 December 2012

Bruise Coloured Ink

My face scraped the sky
Blue with depth unseen
Stapling wings to my back
Achieving nothing close
Past glories are out of reach

Forward movement is key
I've gotten old sick and tired
I want to be battered and bruised
While I watch you walk away
Unheard words filling my head

Watching my pocket grow small
Head shrinking at my own hand
Eyes scarred by the artless
Exploration is the answer
I will strive for more

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