posted July 31, 2015 08:41 PM            

Well, you have written all over me,
I beg for mercy now.
This is the way of destiny
to put me on trial,
to challenge the spirit
that flactuates, tries to breathe
as it succeeds lifting its head above water.

What is drowned, is drowned.
Do fish have ears?

Can't you hear me now?
It is the same me.
I once saw you in a crystal ball. You smiled. Remember?
It is written all over me.

I just wish
never to become a newspaper
negative and stimulating
then tossed aside