Small spec of beauty

 

This life is a short one

a lesson we take notice of, in the later years

 

My wishes have been undone

over and again, a disappointment reappears

 

A mist on the earth, a sun in pursuit 

eerie the grey, and softer the glow 

 

a vision in blur, things only in mute

expressions, details, a failure to show

 

I disappear in the distance

and am surrounded by uncertainty

 

A mind sickened with missense

lacking truth hope or purity

 

With wounds on the skin

and still hearts on the floor

 

the body burns guilty with sin

and yet craves even more

 

Theres a soft sigh in the mouth

while the ghosts pass us by

 

We look feverish with doubt

with a feverish eye

 

One cannot hope to fathom

eternal anguish or dispair

 

In the thought that a loved one

who in the end fails to care

 

But in light of the logic

and in the hope of right reason

 

We look past the hardship

and ignore ties of treason

 

We dont touch the glowing

which burns a hot red

 

and we dont kiss the poisoned

or scratch at cuts bled

 

we know not to breath

in a watery grave

 

and we know not to seethe

at mistakes wrongly made

 

with peace as the season

we take love as we give it

 

this life is a short one

we know it 

so we live it