The Art Isn'T Enough
The art isn’t enough
To keep my head up
The time is getting tough
It calls every bluff
The air will cut
The waters will run
Red with fear
Anxious destruction nears
Chipping my lofty ears
The darkness leers me
My loathing legs can’t flee
My haughty hands can’t escape
My faulty fingers won’t budge
My falling feet lock
My heated head will stop
My broken body will drop
All to rise again
At the opportune moment in the morning
Copyright © Sandy Axe | Year Posted 2020
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