Daylight sounds the wake up start

of  a brain resting from wounds of a painful sort.

Taking a breath and pushing through a rough port

of a tidal wave crashing upon my psychic.

I work through these long hours of pain

and push onward through the sick…

I become stronger, after excuses, by medical personel

who cover their own in order to leave one out in the cold.

Bold? Yes.

Rightful? No.

You  accepted their terms. Now such is in your hands.

They might think they’ve been in the right.

Just wait until they are denied passage into their promised lands.