Poem.

[chickadee8886]

Blessed Father,
watch over me and keep me.

Well, I guess this is the end.
You just won't say.
So I'll consume myself
In my illustrations
And lose myself
And pretend my heart has not withered
From all the things you wish
To load upon my shoulders.
As if it were all on me.
I've carried the weight long enough.
I was crumbling before,
Now I have fully broken.

Blessed Father,
help me today.
Today is a day
When I feel my heart dying.