Oct 18 2005
Clearly
Clearly
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
I don’t know what to say anymore.
The similes and metaphors have all left
And, in their place, this feeling.
How can I say it clearly?
I hurt. I fear. I doubt.
I know that my heart can heal
Once I tear away the overgrown defenses
But, can I face that pain?
I’m tired of cleverness and wit.
I don’t have time for it.
This moment may be my last.
I see the face of death
Smile at me.
I’d better learn to be happy fast.