A Few Items

I miss you, little dark splinter rolled up by the light that shines behind my bad eye: and when it snowed, and when it rained- into the sea all you had to do was pick up and ride: bare out the freeze. I'm squatting homemade mud paths; It's all no good. How can we not be helping you? There's so much love for you. So, I can't stay forever, In blood ribbons- I'll tug on, worry and brave. No tyranny to the youth still stuck under my grubby nails. Please, Forgive me, If I'm to lose a few items.