Deep within  my fear of losing
Him.
Sleep is the enemy confusing
It.
For free will
I might be losing it...


to the theater
Of thought
And staging different actors
I only want one in the picture
One that matters
My son
My family and all else comes after
God as my witness
I pattern the question
To make certain of answers.
Like a play on disaster
But its perfect after
Like supper
Desert after.
And determined laughter.
*** your all that matters....