Generation

Sort of a new style, not sure about this one either, a bit too open perhaps.

The first step of a stairway

Newly built,

To hurt my foot against

Walking in the dark.

Searching for matches

I know I don't possess

I find another pain.

Broken glass leaking

Bright thoughts and dreams

Cracked, bleeding for unknowable time.

In my pocket.

So I sit, eyes shut tight

To sing songs and paint pictures

No music, No echo,

No canvas