Sifting through the wreckage of the life I used to lead; <br />Only shattered dreams and broken masks I once did need. <br />Setting of my jaw with shadows dangling on my chin- <br />Wondering where to stop before I feel I should begin. <br /> <br />Send me painted clocks of red and tell me the old man! - <br />Shut up in my bones and with no plans to ever stand. <br />Wasn't long before the seeds did harvest in my soul. <br />Aching struggle, but faith to keep on striving for my goal. <br /> <br />Redemption is all wished upon, but slap my pure blind mind. <br />No need to tell me lies, no need to leave my eyes behind. <br />This one sure will bleed the last; gluing all together. <br />This one now is all bled out; the other sure looks better.<br /><br />Kyle Hamp<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sure-looks-better/
