and can't no longer focus on the pain.
Now I've pulled the blade through my heart
to slash the pictures of your face.
And the rising sun lights up
to mark the swirling path ahead
through the hills of deception and hope,
of joy, fear and the promise of Death.
But as Time unravels through,
down the slopes of life and up again
it will reach the high point where I may see
your steady road as it finds my own.
Blackprint Poetry's recommendation:
This week's recommendation goes to Poetical Psyche and his author Fred Rutherford. Pay him and visit at http://poeticalpsyche.blogspot.com and enjoy his work!
