25

I had just been on a whirlwind adventure.

Jumped for joy and sung in glee

Fell in love and forgotten it

Eaten in pain and enjoyed it

Laughed and smiled

Danced and lived.

Oh, how I lived.

Maybe times have changed since

Maybe I have too

Maybe I am just ungrateful

Maybe I have forsaken or been forsaken

Tossed and thrown overboard

Picked up and trampled on

Bitten and chewed and spat out

They came and they took my paint brush first,

So I painted with crayons

Ridiculous it seemed, but somehow it made sense.

I melted the crayons by candles, and used my breath and fingers.

It worked, sort of

But even that they came and took away

So I sat with my pens but only black and blue I had

So be it

Let them shine through

But it's hard to shine

When you're black and blue

Again they came and snatched away

The pens I used to draw.

I scribbled about and found myself a pencil stub

Away I scratched and soon the stub was gone

What was bright and vibrant became dull and now gray.

To make things more they even shut the window from which brought light.

So in the dark I try to draw in my mind

But I guess it's been too many years

For I can no longer see within.