Pictures
Pictures…
I’m shutting out the world today
As reality rears its head
A venomous slice of life, I’m fading
Far into the red, land of the dead
We can’t get a handle on the life we’re living
We never talk long enough to see
And though I want to paint a pretty picture
That picture won’t include me
Four walls as a frame I’m hanging
Life within the cage
And though I want to paint a pretty picture
I’m not included on the page
Shadows on the wall I’m watching
Of someone I can’t see
I can’t place the face and it’s hard to erase
The torment inside of me…
Copyright © Michael Domaracki | Year Posted 2012
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