Writing.

Most of the time, it’s like

banging your head against a brick wall,

trying to knock some nugget of sense loose,

but other times it’s easier

like morphine, numb to the world — regardless —

while telling it exactly how you feel.

Daily Fighter

The

world’s

got me

beat up

again.

every

great fighter

on the ropes,

can’t quite get the sweat from my eyes,

blurring my vision

of the battle

I’m sure

Win.

Slithering

slurring

sound,

that I can not understand,

reminds me,

how little I know,

how truly little I am.

And that

for lack of better words,

we
are
the
same.