Vow to Smile

A poem I wrote not to long ago.

Paint the sky blue
Paint the grass green
Though these feelings are artificial
I'll still vow to smile

The fog has taken my vision
I now stand blind
Stripped of the right to a clear future
Now I must understand my lack of vision may be priviledge

Still I'd rather paint the sky blue
Paint the grass green
Though these feelings may be artificial
I'll still vow to smile

Countless hours alone
Speeding thoughts that slow me down
Time is up and I am not prepared
I must understand my not being ready may be priviledge

Still I'd rather paint the sky blue
Paint the grass green
Though these feelings are artificial
I'll still vow to smile

It pierced
It stung
The pain slithered through my body
My death comes into view with cold eyes and outstretched hand

I take it

Still I'd rather paint the sky blue
Paint the grass green
Though these feelings may be artificial
I'll still vow to smile