Acceptance Is DifficultY.
Hard for me to share.VerY DifficultY.
Places poems rhymes and times.
Women that I never ever saw.
Some idea of missing what I never knew.
Clouds aer linned with silver
and with lightening too.
Acceptance of a future memory.
Pining for a lost childhood.
Living in the present past.
Turning back inside myself,
running in the straitest line,
marking lines of darkness,
trailing fears behind me.
Calenders aer marked in time.
Fishing has to bee
done early
in the mourning.
