The blubbering permeates my mind
as I am marched to a battle of some kind
While looming certainties take hold
The wind breathes deep and cold
And as I float like a boat in a timid sea
I resign
False love
dangerous inticement
speeding towards the end
in great haste
with great hope
Fear
of circumstances too much in control
can\'t help but know
the unknown
now that\'s where the
Pathetic feeling sad and sorry
looking for pity or a path
embarassed for myself
for myself is somewhat lost in myself
my self
this has been over so many times
what comes next to calm the
I refuse to be a prisoner of my thoughts
I have become free and winter is no longer a looming specter.
Every moment that passes could be my moment
I can only hope to inspire in between.
A
Poetry first thing in the morning is like bacon and eggs,
T.V. is burnt toast
My mind may be foggy but all mists clear eventually.
I am constantly struggling with myself, but I\'d rather do
