To convince myself -- a mortal am I:
I add the days up in seconds of time
My heartbeats counted, I let out a sigh;
An old man I feel -- yet still in my prime
My temple abused, I kneel ev’ry day
My angels I ask -- another sun to see
To be tucked in -- by mother moon, I pray;
Let me live on some borrowed time I plea
My life is too short, I should not complain
The time’s now -- I should converse with my muse
Reconnect with my spirit – use my brain
Record my life’s rainbows and coloured hues
Give me another day is all I ask,
So I can peel off layers of my mask.

this one definatly was a great one!!



Crosseyed387
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poetry slips in the drool in the corners of our mouths and rides the waves of longing. i love your poetry in all the guises i read it in 






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