Better on Paper

Salty humidity slapped me across the face,
shaking me out of my in-cohesive thoughts.

Lately, that’s all I’ve been able to come up with—
such a jumble of words and slurs fill my aching mind,
leaving it splattered with gaps and blurs.

But the tropic scenery soothes
the horrific scenes in my head;
all my thoughts remain dead
in the heat of the rays that craze around me,
threatening to pierce into my cold, defenceless heart.

Melting and moulding it into that which,
when old, will be bold and beautiful—
not sold out and rueful.