|I know or have known nothing like this
So I feel around in the dark for something similar,
anything that I can hook or loop my fear around to lessen the
awful cramps that grip my bowel.On other dank days my mouth has mouthed the question
what is it all about? over and over again
until the tiredness in my mind leads me to the bed.
But now I know with a fresh flurry
I do not want to die.
I want to sharpen my sword of hope
|I have been writing Poetry and Prose for 35 years and enjoy every moment of it.|