It's My Life

by Harold Millican

It’s My Life

Funny Sleepless Fodder
Lead me to believe
Pointless words
How absurd
You heard that I can’t mention
The strangled suspension
Of sexy terms
It really burns
I crave the human being inside
I crave the soulful wonder that is myself
In tribal fashion
I hold on to a hope that I claim
I hold on to the droplets of water that
Drip from the sippy-cup of a tired two-toned existence
I am a multifaceted
Veil of beauty and light
This is my truth
I said it , this is my truth
And as my youth continues to escape
I will prepare myself for the hearty sacrifice of tomorrow
Not another note played
Not one more word written
I rest my fingers on the desk
My pen stencil in the cup
I’ll hang around
In a virtual insanity
Of places, faces, scenes and frame
Owning not regretting
Another moment thus forth
For It’s my life


Posted on 01/15/2008
Copyright © 2020 Harold Millican

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