Words Find Me
10/24 2021
Another day where words find me at home,
Getting there slowly, getting home drunker
Than the night before where they went to roam
The field where I turn to sleep, words I keep.
Blind, I say, as I grow cold and weary
Physically afflicted by mental truth
And words find me to taunt me sincerely
Abuse? No, it's simply something to use.
To prostrate oneself before the high throne
I never could see it, yet here I am
To give myself before the mighty stone,
Just to get what I want, to not be numb
So everyday I say to myself: just accept the way;
Everyday a mother, everyday a son in the fray.