Mornings
by Danny WashingtonI am the silent sigh of another new day
I am the eyes cracking open, and the tears that form
I am the unexplained entity, that flows against the tide
I am everybody in envy, and every body offends me
I am the clenched fist and the grinding teeth
I am technically alive, and my hygiene is poor
I am the drugs to which I'm addicted
I am the urges I no longer have
I am the limp, dripping cock
I am tired, and I'm frightened
I am out of breath and perspiring
I am down in the hole, with the devil, and without a soul
08/27/2011