12 January 2015

Polar Shift

you do the deciding
deciding I can't breathe
I believe in my gut
gut says I'm in trouble
there's no ands ifs or buts
but that's not surprising

the bright lights are blinding
blinding lights stab my eyes
with a little grinding
grinding down my psyche
the question is now what
what's a poor boy to do
winding down with my mutt
my mutt that needs …


Copyright © 2015by Patrick B Vince
HexSonnetta Poem

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