Untitled #5

somewhere

a man

walks

across the room

just

to

bang

his

head

against

the

door

and

lies

there

condemned

naked

and

shivering

on the floor

brick

by

brick

build that staircase

know

our

foolish

pride

us

working

poor

plant the seeds

dance

the

dance

in perfect rhythm

have a creed

bridge the mind's

damning

schism

run

until

the

end

this race

and

always

stay

in place

so

find

a

friend

and

hope

for

grace

blessings come

and

blessings go

at

least

we

found

the

time

morning

comes

the rooster

crows

and

every

thing

is

mine

Author's Note

Haven't been on the Cafe much lately, love you guys tho. Be well!

Reviews

[Thomas W Case]

Tremendous work, John. Powerful.