Dream Scribe

Verses. (AND A WARNING.)

You'll need an umbrella
for Winters here,
rains a lot,
real brolly weather.

Her smile is
a sliver of sunshine
filled with a sincerity
I haven't seen much of
in life lately.

I'm just an adult kid
really wanting to
get ahead for
for my daughter and me.
Not knowing how
to do it properly.

I live on
the University's doorstep.
I love why I'm here
and life is filled
with promise.

Little did I know
that the career path
that I would stay on
for most of my adult life

wasn't to be from
the doorstep of
this fine art institution.

I've written verses
and verses have written themselves
through me
without any thoughtful attachment
I lived
at the beginning or end
of a length of fine prose
burning brightly in the dark

the trouble was, I couldn't make
any tangible connection
with the art in me.
It's been quite the journey
I must say, and well worth
every drop of sweat, blood and tears.
Yes, blood...

HERE'S THE WARNING : PLEASE DO NOT STEAL MY WORK. YOU MAY HAVE A COPY FOR YOUR PERSONAL USE BUT THAT IS IT.

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