Procrastination


I need more love
Today I'll seek joy
Tomorrow joy

But now I find
that all lifes sins
defeat joy

destroy laughter

I am left
Baked and bruised
A Chrysalis, crushed

Love and peace inside
but poured out onto souls
contain nothing

Sunrise on hope
A smile, a kiss
and tender-heartedness

Crushed and bruised
The writhing soul sees nothing
except his decadence

Why if I try, do I find
pleasure in crap?
pleasure in shit?


Copyright 2003 by pauly hart