Body gave up on her. Lost in a dreary life. As she stared into his eyes. Are part of this earth. To listen to the Lost. As a young girl wanders. I might delete this, but I decided to make a short video of my poem. This is my first video published online.

I sat pressed up against the wall,. All I wanted really was to feel the. The edge of the frame. Day in and day out, it was always. The bleak and the dark and the menacing. Taunt of hours and hours. Become less dreadful when challenged. With imaginings of blue skies, road signs. The whistle sounds, and the daydream ends.

This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4. He wears his heart on his sleeve. But he hides his soul. In the lining of his jacket,. He does not show to anyone. The sky is our canvas,. The moon is our pallet,. The stars are our paint.