The Hanged Man added to Galleries. Happy New Year friends & strangers.

After everything else was washed away
this heart still leaves a stain
and as I sit here for the 1000th time today
I'll distract myself with anything
to avoid going in

And in the spaces that I need you the most
You are always the furthest away

If I could just make it to that light
If you could just give me your hand

But that wouldn't be the point at all
I wouldn't savour the light
If I hadn't climbed my way to the door

But sometimes the climbing is all spent
And these heart shaped glasses are a getting a little bent

But always some answer eventually resounding

That anything worth having is not easy to hold

So after everything else washed away
I'll keep the ink stained heart
And that drumming noise, that ceaseless pounding

I'll trust is beating gold

Anything worth having is not easy to hold
made easier if you try to not hold it at all.