a little poet rambling...

Some days I pray for amnesia
so that I would not hate the smell of pine needles
or the quality of light as if filters through the trees
on certain days in October
I could walk alone
without feeling alone
and I could be at home
and know that it's home
some days I pray for amnesia
so that the heart in my chest
could beat
jagged, rough, and broken
but I would never know this
my blood would flow all the same
and the shadows in the forest
when the sun moves behind a cloud
would not smell of loneliness and alcohol
they would be clean
some days I pray for amnesia
so that I could know not how glass shatters
and the tiny shards stick in your hand
as you try to pick it up
and all my memories
that I try so hard to grasp
but won't let break through
they would just be gone
and I would not have to worry
about letting go
some days I pray for amnesia
some days.