A Page For Pain

Fall to ascend

I need humility

for a day me I

step back I see.

I no better I’m

just me a man,

I seek a remedy

pen in hand.

Salted earth no

grass does grow.

Inside a garden

I’ve no seed sew.

There is an ego

provided I try

find logic in a

red ink supply.

I’m barren torn

long ago a love

left in thunder

is all I think of.

I think beneath

that face I wore,

into her heart I

wore to explore.

All do lie a lie I

spy with my eye

reasons in ink I

hide in disguise.

To fix in a calm

subtle quiet way

I need a page so

a sorrow escapes.