Life is a mystery, life is a sham
Life goes down in flames
No one cares which way you fall
I stand in the cold lands burning with fire
I am alone but for the rocks and trees and the mini bear that steals crumbs from my hand
It is a pity I don't get to see her anymore, someone to destroy the boredom and warm my toes
With only the stars over head, I search for her face
A million pebbles gather on my body
I can't push them away
A trillion thorns push into my skin
My life is lost when my lips no longer kiss her
I paint a golden person on a golden cross
Life is lost in the disarray and chaos of humankind
You must gather all the pieces
And sweep them away.
Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas
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