This is a space where I have a mid life crisis, write about my creative journey, and talk about songwriting and share bits of terrible poetry.

Bruise

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The moon stares at me through a shroud.
Sky fade black to blue; A bruise.
Spilt blood under the skin.
Ridge Rises and I begin
to pick at the scar.
dazed still seeing stars.

the remainder I never accounted for.
just carried along from sum to sum.
(oh, what have I done?)
and now the bill is coming due.
I never accounted for you
staring back at me
what is it the you see?

I feel transparent when the sun breaks through.
dazed by the sun what can I do?
it is apparent that this feels brand new.

lost my way
wander about
lose the day
yet, still I doubt.

what is happening to me?
I am blind and cannot clearly see.

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