I am the portrait of a separate fire <br />Those amber waves of grain suspended <br />Where sea's shells know no end <br />Leaving little to be sustained <br /> <br />I need to know I will become a sillhouette <br />Running around the towers of existance <br />With clenching hands and a resilient heart <br /> <br />And there is nothing like the sun pasting its pride on the shadows of the world <br />The aesthetic quality of the clumsiest shame <br />The loneliest contrition <br /> <br />Sometimes I wonder who dreamt this whole thing up anyways <br />Its like growing up in a world with elusive answers <br />Just to find the simplicity in fear's reciprocal <br /> <br />And with all this clouding my heart <br />Tears floating away like saw dust <br />I can't help but yearn for death <br />Because failure is the new success<br /><br />Audrey Stephenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-portrait-of-our-shattered-days/
