F*CK EVERYTHING: Poem No.3
air thick with suffering and death
walking back into the sunlight
i am lifted from the hospital's intensity
i see the world through fresh eyes
i have been given an incredibly rare
fuck! what am i going to do with it
I CAN relate, however these moments do pass with another dimension/ direction that appears.
Always lighter than the past, and most certainly far more whiser not understand by most!!!!