Trapped in my mind
With limited time
My life is what I make it
But if I keep faking it
Will I still make it?
It’s a sad song from a blue bird
This carrot in our faces
Happiness
Always dangling a few inches away
Always the dog chasing his tail
You cannot just grab it
It has to come find you
But until then
Circles
-C.H.
They say that I have a hard face And that I am guarded They say that I am rough around the edges They say I have opinions And that I am a little different They tell me that I am difficult And that my
I have one friend Who is jealous of my single life With all my dates and stories But he Has a good job And a good wife And a good home And a good daughter And a son on the way He doesn’t see it But I
There’s a poetry night coming up here in a few days But my hands are too shaky to write And my body is too broken to fight My mind is too wild to sit still And my will fell ill awhile ago And the ego
