Words on a fly,
Buzzing by,
They don't even try
But they hurt.
They sting.
A door opens
And sadness walks in.
And my world stops.
I am born again.
But I fight to shed this
Sadness skin.
This inner beast that never dies.
But she sleeps a dreamless sleep.
It only takes a tiny fly,
Careless and clueless,
To open her eye.
But she's belly up by morning
She's old, forgotten news.
She's that annoying alarm you set,
And you just keep hitting snooze.
-written June 24th 2012

