Falling thru the cracks
Lost in plain site
The Sun a distant memory
Walls closing in
Ghosts stealing my colored pencils
All that is left is a box of grey
Missing my spark
Fire left on the back side of agreements never delivered
On the floor
Tiny pieces of two broken pencils
Red & Blue
Reminding me of left over flames that once burned bright
And an ocean that whispered her calming beauty into my ear

(C) Jack Roman