tomorrow seems like a far away promise
something that doesnt quite touch the edges of today
shimmering away
and you sit on the bench looking out
at that far away shimmer on
the edges of your reality
you cry inside,
slithering wet tears
that are colored grey
and green
and blue
and red
you hold up your head and
wonder why
you try
but sometimes its like the
lights go out
and the dark comes in
and it presses its cold hands
against your skin
it touches your heart with
heat
and how do you fight that?
