I am Fine

With every breath a little I lose
Nails and Stones are left to choose

I remember colors, which I could recall
Shades a many and canvas too small

Drawn as I am, back to my cage
To break a phrase and start a page

I, look back upon the lights that fade
Draw my blinds; stumble and wade

The carcass blooms and the darkness shines
And again I reply, “Ah, Yes! I am fine.

- (Dec 2002)

Leave a Reply