Monday, 6 May 2013

once i was a super hero
running around in the bisk; of the unknown
dancing underneath; the cherry blossom trees
daydreaming amongst; the musk of green cut grass
and the pleasantly satisfying noises of the bees
but now i have a unsatisfied heart
and i do not have the things to fix
what isnt there in my mind
to untangle the tight wounds
that do not have a begining.
or perhaps i can find the end
only with this
with this
will i become
a super hero once again?