Erase

Spring rain wakes me up

With a pen in my hand

I've been dreaming of art

But suddenly I see

Pictures I long to erase

I see it like a movie in my head

I close my eyes but it lingers here

Like an ungrateful dream

And my eyes blur with tears

I've hurled axes of spite

And spears of my hurt

Cut with daggers of anger

And swords with all of my might

I once read a book of fine verse

But then I scribbled the pages

'Til the verses were lost

Under resentful lines

Of drawings much worse

I loosed arrows of scorn

I was so blind but my aim

Was surprisingly true

And when I opened my eyes

All the pages were torn

There's an ache in my skull

From all the thoughts

I have thought

All the times I have judged

When I so knew not

And the taste in my mouth

Is of poison and pain

From the things that I've said

Words that don't wash away

In this cool spring rain

Because the ink never dries

It smears on the page

Some hearts are forever changed

By the slice of those blades

And the echoes of shouts never fade

I walked paths in gardens but

I withered the rose

And trampled the delicate fern

Wish I could undo the marks of those blows

Wish I could sew up those wounds

Pluck out deadly arrows

I keep wishing I had a way to

Make innocence regrow

I listen to the rain as I wait for the dawn

Midnight lingers forever it seems

But tomorrow I'll attempt to erase

The ugly lines I have drawn