Austere

Just part of my epiphany.

The grand masses
Of sadness
Pour over me
Slower than molasses
What an epic mess
F*****g up the view
of my glasses
Dust to dust
Burn my heart to ashes
I do not care
It is meant to happen
But I refuse to be blinded
By life's sudden flashes
I will avoid scratching at
These emotional rashes
If I can't reach perfect
I will not practice