One More Day
Separate pixels of personal
intrepidation ^ a paradise
of unpredictability
pieces pulling left
in adoration
or is it sublimation
where spirits cried
anchoring my own anchor
eyes daunted in disguise
picking out that prized
possession ~ dangling
sinking ^ reaching out for you
reaching out for me
teaching the beats to steady
cuz you don't know
but I don't know
where angels hide their wings
in storms that never cease
killing dreams and stealing
comprehension
take away ^ just a little part
of scribbles lying through pain
pushing off fear and apprehension
for at least one more day
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
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