Don’t ask my name anymore
It hurts me too much in my soul
My feet have begun to blister
And my eyes don’t like to open.
What day has taken my mind
Lost amidst the wind
For clouds have come and woven their way
Amidst the mustard seed sour.
Chaos and slumber collide into
A lackluster whimsical spree
Growth no longer on my mind
Spared and distant forsooth.
Tag: blister
Sore Hands (day 2967)
Seventeen cuts
Peeled back fingernails
Blisters ‘midst palms
Heavy Tread (day 2609)
My mountain comes into my cove
Of which I heavily tread
For no one knows that which I bare
No one knows my comst soul
Yet even in the deepest hour
My glow is never failed
My strongest tie can never loose
Muscles taught against the threat.
Long shall each heavy stride
Call thy legs at thou lookout
This brow upon my strengthened neck
Carries an outlook built on sweat
And living within this absolute
Blisters each creak I’ve ever known
That rests when day’s toil’s been had
When Sun bids the sky adieu.
Visual Obesity (day 2108)
Intended
But definitely obscure
Paddling
Blistering
Stretching
Rolling
Breath bellows
Visual obesity
Languid exertion
Solace
Be thy home.