Untitled Poem by Blaine Strong

Like the bronze in your eyes
When the sun shines bright on Tuesday
Thoughts focused on miracles and magic
Noone seems to realize, your feelings
Comedy becomes a tragic code, trial and error
As the sun breaks tiny clouds rumble
Growing merry on this adolescent existence
All I really lacked was my primal ability
Of consitancy, persistence
Although perspiration blurs my vision in a slight manner, I'm not blind
More so an earthily warrior, bearing flowers at the edge of my brain