Scattered
is how i find
myself
so often
My mind shakes
and trembles
standing
alone in a
sterilized
hall with a walker
and dirty shift
An image
that comes
to mind
only because
it’s true
and the
intent of this work
Shifts every
three lines
wanting to write
to say how
hard it is
to think
to create
and you
end up
fantasizing
about the long
drawn out
descent to
the underworld
Dead
Long before you
ever arrive