A blank canvas given to me
we work together to write this note
At a place where all words seem
some
part of the uncontrollable
The painting here is almost monochromatic.
There is not enough of me,
I cannot fight anymore
I see myself in you
The oil, churning within,
Trapped within a skull, like a sonic locust
My eyes are numb like sleep
Though
in the depths of fever
it is time
Find it. You have your time.
Don't
you forget, I am carrying you
like
the last inch of candle’s wick
A passion burned too bright, too
quick
Powerless,
unprotected
They
are all gone
I just want to live.
2 comments:
haha this is awesome
ah man, jason so creative and totally awesome! thank you for the poem! it brings a little bit of a tear to my eye because i miss this so much!! (especially in the middle of the night for the most stressful times … one of the most stressful times for me, anyway).
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