rotates again the sun
another futile battle won
sleep to wake and start again
a work that's never done
sky is blue
nothing new
count to ten
find a you that's true
soul begins to glow
invisible parts start to show
monotony breaks
the world can grow
trapped beneath
a heavy bonnet of grief
sighing below
the incised moon's glow
the sparse dove weeps
an unfeeling world sleeps
the unequal bittersweet wells
as you break free from its shell
quiet exit
full of praise
so different than the life you lead
vituperative shouts
whiskey breath
shotgun in stomach
a child's unheard screams
a fantasy girl
living with California dreams
believed love would exist
like in Hollywood scenes
crimson lips long to be kissed
body yearns to be close
breathing in dangerous wind
mistaking excitement for passion
losing self
to forced intimacy's
foolish haze
that your life would not be free
from strife
but always there's a hand
to comfort your battered one
that you suffer heartache
and joy of finding
your missing piece
that you witness injustice
so you know how
to be kind
and you never grow too old
for me
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