Rambling at the bar

cure a wounded heart, bruised black and blue 
Sedate it well for a pain,

an ache of my own making.

Can we delay the inevitable?
But out of reach, out of time,
how to lasso the sun?

Icarus burns and I watch you run.

I patch the sky where pieces of it fell, 
amending my mistakes
May actions speak as loudly

Wicked, wily world, don't let your sky cave in.

Published by WritesofPassage

Welcome to my blog about travel and humanity, where the two join hands to send a message: that we all want to say the same thing. The purpose of this blog is twofold: to give a crazy mind a canvas, and to touch somebody's truth.

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