DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, just as expected:>

to be continued in braille
no matter the cost no matter the bail
because if not, then the steps would fail
& them dreams of blue would fade & almost pale
in an almost
all in black of toast
a place that the devil couldn't boast
in a house of mine & ones before to ghost
all along all in time
as THE WORDS TO STAY WORDS in chime
for a sight to sour up as lime
& the sanity no more mine
backward & forth a climb
the bank collapses on the line
so what of a life is of a vine ?
lying
trying
then dying
to hold hands, with brain holders to dine
'good mornings' & 'good nights' creep down my spine
even worse
it's a curse
to say I'm good to say 'I'm fine'

                                                          ­                        -------ravenfeels