
Tag: Tired
Tire
We tire
Everybody tires
We need something
To remind us
The figh is worth it.
Glass
Written 2006
Tears have dried
Coarse salt remains
Jagged crystals
That burn
Blur and tear
At my eyes
So young
But this soul
Is so old
Filled my quota
Now I balance checks
On rain
My stare is not empty
But behind
layers of glass
— scorched salt
of my tears
