Music plays but I do not hear
Rhythms of the road softly lull
Talk fades into the distance
Where do you place broken pieces of color?
I suppose I will one day display them with pride
until then I'll hide them
beneath my mosaic collar
Space is filled with memories of today
Opening your eyes while you reap what was sown
WHERE do you find comfort sleeping on a bed of nails
It is also a place owned by all and that is where I begin....
Tears of others used as a whetstone tool
Sharpened tongue precisely placed