I've got this shaky hand
twitch of an eye thing
scares me into being
that other self I know
I've got addictions mind
playing with the clock
Passing time with
a sweat palm reading
from my ghost to be
Clarity to see between
the beauty of a breath
this lost religion I've
held so close, like the
ark of my own mind
never wanted to be
a martyr, a saint
or even an angel
just normal,
a human
for once
No comments:
Post a Comment