My lips crack in the dry and heavy air,
As I wander in the desert all alone.
Keeping thoughts I call my own,
I try to write a line which might soothe a jaded mind.
But soon my thoughts overtake,
And I start to wonder,
What's the use of all these tattoos,
Long since healed, but I never did?
And if I am able to find you,
I think we should play hide-and-seek,
So you can show me where I've been.
Perhaps maybe, I'm not that complicated,
Perhaps maybe, I'm not that deep.
Perhaps maybe, I am just an insomniac,
Who should try to get some sleep.
Perhaps tomorrow, I'll feel better,
And not bear the scars of anxiety's blade,
But for now, I think I just want some chapstick,
To keep my lips whispering before they fade.
About the Creator
Jeffrey Sparks
Adversity is kindling I choose to burn to keep my hands warm in winter ensuring my words will stretch beyond the years that turn my bones to dust.
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