Some days I wake up limp and lifelessas if just a rag doll, waiting to be tossed around…
The time away floats through melike an hourglass with no glassa gentle washing of my psycheto…
There’s no getting around itevery year when it comesthat Hallmark reminder of love lostand how…
I am the floating wreckageof lost words and misplaced hopeand static imaginationthat held me captive for…
Forcibly blow air into my lungsand resuscitate this lifeless bodywith its languishing…