The deadly toxin
Seeping through my nerves
I cannot help but take the Fox for a ride
Or open up a good Book, full of photos, friends, and updates.
But, my fate is in the hands of the Words I am assigned.
The sheet, open.
My mind, blank.
Perhaps I can take the Fox for another spin?
Until the Fox leaves me be.
As it rests, the sheet slowly fills.
By then, my fate, accepted.
My sheet, full.
My body and my mind, hibernating.
More Words, given.
The deadly toxin, replenishing.
Nice, did you write it yourself?
ReplyDeleteAmazing poem!
ReplyDeleteI think that the "fox" represents the current situation in Libya.
Yeah, I wrote it myself.
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