Not Yet

My fingers bleed From the agony Of trying to tear

Perfect Day

Palm tree paradise The sunrises with smiles

Before the dawn When the world Is at its darkest I will leave All my doubts and regrets And meet the sun anew -Kel Dayheart

How can the stars still shine When my world has created Leaving a blazing hole within -Kel Dayheart

Bad habits pile up Like dirty dishes I will begin To clean it all up Tomorrow -Kel Dayheart

This life, dumpster fire Now there is no difference What a year it's been

The clutter overwhelms me Until I sit here Unsure if I will ever

Madness tises with the moon And the tide of change Drowns out the sanity That tried so hard To keep it at bay -Kel Dayheart

Shallow, plastic Is all you hear When you take pride In the way you look A different type of body shame -Kel Dayheart

Its sound, its content, the cadences, poetry strayed into his mind.