What is hard
Its never difficult
Read it right
Don’t allow it in
Fight the feeling
Are you easily blown about
Like a gust
There’s quick sand in your coffee
Yet you still sip
With the ignorant
And try
Where is a treasure
Empty chest
No hearts enter
Yelling behind sound proof glass
Watching a squirrel eat mulberries
I was interrupted by thoughts for a moment
Pondering the pink and white
All the trees
Where might an herb garden go
To freeze a moment full of simple quiet
Life’s dream
Free from other peoples bad intentions
Running around broken
Most
Without a clue its wrong
You have no voice so you yell down hallways of convenience
Where you can hear your echo
Dangling your leverage in the middles
A collectives precious cargo
Ugly faces happen naturally
Inner character is a mold
It’s sad to watch an ugly face on a broken soul
Or a pretty face on a broken soul
Or any face on a broken soul
Not so for the broken face on a pretty soul
Faces in the dark
Fly over like planes in the dark
Haunting the dreamscape
Poking the morning like a hot fire
Be damned by the god watching me
What have you created from the emotions of your loss
Ask yourself that
Hazy Acres 
Your Thoughts