There are days when the pain wakes,
I know there is beauty, but I just see mistakes.
In a field of green, I’ll see no grass.
With good news, I’ll wait for shattering glass.
And love, the life-force in us all,
Ends in heartbreak, of course.
Cynics think it’s smart
To expect hell from the start.
My heart pumps angst through my body in a loop.
I’d let it out if I could break open its coop
And I think about how, I’ve put my body through hell.
And I say, ‘Oh, I’m so cruel and careless.’
Nights when coffee gets the better,
And it seems quite clear I’m the debtor.
The lights go off outside and on in my mind
Then it comes and takes what it can find.
As if the world is not enough,
The pressure I put on me is tough.
A mountain of osmium
I would transfer it to God – If I believed in him.