Get a grib,
Get your feelings back.
Quit with the razor to your wrists,
life is better then that.
Wake up and smile,
declare a new day.
Quit making excuses,
for why you dismay.
Just like the clouds leave the sky,
so too will this darkness
leave the irises
of your hazel eyes.
Life is to short
to cut it shorter,
so stand up,
come on and play the life sport.
I saw this picture titled Get a Grip. It was a photo of a hand with the wrist slit and it was grabing on like a shower door. Its always fancinated me; the aspect of art that is. I've had writer's block for months now and finally this poem came to mind after seeing this photo. So there it is, the first thing I've written in months.
Get your feelings back.
Quit with the razor to your wrists,
life is better then that.
Wake up and smile,
declare a new day.
Quit making excuses,
for why you dismay.
Just like the clouds leave the sky,
so too will this darkness
leave the irises
of your hazel eyes.
Life is to short
to cut it shorter,
so stand up,
come on and play the life sport.
I saw this picture titled Get a Grip. It was a photo of a hand with the wrist slit and it was grabing on like a shower door. Its always fancinated me; the aspect of art that is. I've had writer's block for months now and finally this poem came to mind after seeing this photo. So there it is, the first thing I've written in months.
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