MY WISH is to apologize
to those that endure
the prose of a feverish mind
My emotions are molten lava
and my psyche mere human flesh
So when my desire is to write
I scream within and transpose
with flash-time swiftness
and never look back  
— it is my weakness
Forgive me for transgression
and I always include you all
— within my nightly prayers
I wish to find the dirt
upon my face without
a grave marker
— read and forget me
always

::-12/26/2013::