Man-made light breaks the horizon,
Bringing with it the faux joys of a new day.
Yet the raven still flies.
The divines can’t stop for me,
And I won’t be their burden.
I’ll bite my lip, and march on.
My hat’s brim funnels sweat,
Keeping my eyes clear as I look towards the future.
I fight tears.
I’ll make it though.
I always have.
I’m no deadbeat.
Believe it or not,
I’m better than I was.
I’ve grown through this shit.
So many pills,
So many girls,
So many mistakes.
Scar tissue serves a purpose though.
It’s harder to pierce the second time.
As nerves die, and skin hardens,
I evolve into the me I need to be.
Dcid Corvid 