Hmm...

Bloody tissues.  A tear-stained shoulder.  A worried chiropracteor.  Four ice packs.  Air on the G string.  What a day.

A cry in the dark.
A plea for aid.
The lines are cut
The power is down
The will to help is destroyed.
And they take another one.
Someone's having fun at my expense.

Hiding in a world only I can see,
Revealing my thoughts through poetry,
Wrapping my mind in simplicity
So that all things sought by you will be.

Wasting away in a fantasy world,
While the life all around me continues to twirl.
Hours of days, thinking of the girl.
The girl who makes my heart take a whirl.

A stab of pain, an essence of joy;
Euphoria of mind while the heart plays coy.
These feelings do torment the lonely boy,
And distract all thoughts like a clever decoy.

If only we'd find that perfect place
Where spirits do soar and hearts do race.
Oh what joy would be in that lovliest space!
If only our problems we could erase.

The balance of pain, this willpower of mine.
It is what keeps me following the line.
Mind and body, both seek to entwine
But seperate they stay, likes leaves on a vine.

One of those days

I hope you don't know to what I'm referring, but chances are you do.  The days when things that are simple and natural go wrong, the days when the things you strive for fall short, the days where how hard you try determines how badly you fail.  The days you sit outside and stare at the sun, waiting for it to go down, because you know that anything else you do will probably end up hurting yourself or others.  Days....like today.