On this particular day I cannot grasp hold
of life and watch as it unfolds
such beauty has become dead
as demons explore ways
to convince 6 strings not to play.
I’m on the edge of a roof
staring down ten flights
wondering if I’ll land on my feet
such beauty would be so sweet..
When dawn peeked in this morn
dreams did not follow me to
meet life like so many times before
leaving a dark void that
such beauty can’t revive..