sjsprWriting

You grow so fast,

and get trampled, crippled.

Turning your life chiaroscuro…

it doesn’t matter.

You run and run,

somehow getting turned…

sideways, upsidedown,

by every layer,

every thought you have.

Curl inside, curl outside.

Only way to bring you

to see the sun,

would be to wrench you outside.

A date with nature,

a date with the afterlife…