The Rest of Forever

Days like this Welcome thoughts that push down on my spine Covered in a blanket of my fears That just doesn't seem to cover my feet I pull And pull The fabric is shrinking Smaller and smaller Until my delicate hands Are stripped raw The salt from my nonexistent tears Stain my eyes With clouded thoughts And the dark green canopy Of melancholy forests That trap the beating hearts of young people Who will never know better Returning to life with hollow chest cavities And sad eyes Abandoned homes Lacking safety we need Doomed to walk the streets Searching for their broken hearts Not fully appreciating The sunsets that turn the sky into Abstract oil paintings Or the sunrises Where everything is silent And bittersweet And the light can hit the canvas just right To make the paint glisten And occupy eyes for the rest of forever