Like a knight and his chainmail, I wear you on my chest; Cotton armor. You guard me not like metal or kevlar. But with advice and loving embrace; Look around. I wash you not with a machine, but with my hands. Memories shake free with each pass through your hair; Two long lost friends. Water flows to help wash the stain, Mixed with nostalgia and tears; Forever pain.
Eyes to the sky I watch the clouds revolve. Feet on the ground I seek to evolve. With each passing turn I feel a greater burn. My place in this world makes my stomach churn. Feeling uneasy, feeling queasy, How I deal with this is not easy. The earth can’t stop, won’t stop. You can clean up these emotions with a mop. Having expelled this sickness, I look to recover with quickness…. Read More