Dear Child, I Only Did To You

My Youth, One Time, That Time I Knew Even Through The Nothingness, It Was A Celebration Of Something Not To Do But Only Know.

I Was Fighting A Small Fight Of My Own Which Wasn't Leading Anywhere-but Like A Man With A Bent Spoon Trying To Dig Through A Cement Wall I Knew That A Small Fight Was Better Than Quitting: It Kept The Heart Alive.

I Was So Thin I Could Slice Bread With My Shoulderblades, Only I Seldom Had Bread.

I'm Too Careless. I Don't Put Out Enough Effort. I'm Tired.

There Are Times When Those Eyes Inside Your Brain Stare Back At You.