I can't help but to
lend a bit of
laughter
to the things that try
to ****;
the things that try
to deliver
me to my maker in
bows
& ribbons

little do they know
for thirteen years I've
competed heavily against
them

& I always aim to
win

but still they come, the
trials and the errors
lilting one by two
by four
by twelve

they wait for me when I
am weak
& my demon takes
the helm

I can never escape
the swell

the raging, burning tide
she laughs now,
edging towards the
shore

& all that aches inside
my blood
could never sate her
more

and I pray and I pray
and I pray and I pray
and I pray
just to get up
from this *******
floor