My wake so dismal causing catastrophe to my senses so visible, fighting out of my skin this is so terrible, this fight I never seem to win so inescapable, aching breaking my silence so audible, my vision blinding my spirit its hard to sour, in cyber space to my mind, are you keeping score, to my crazy reverse word play, these gifts that I adore, I thought my body was dead, but my spirit clings to the door, don’t make this all a mistake, keep it going some more, so you can all ingest, my words with all the finesse, awake to pronouns caress, now rise to all my confess, when light kisses your rest! I say Good Morning again!!!
~Bri~
