Slightly dead (under the Sun)…

beneath the suns rays

I’ve been kissed by life!

wondering what tomorrow may hold.

with this pen I spill words over lines

because tomorrow has yet to be told

I can no longer wonder what it may hold and bring

today is here

and yesterday still haunts me

though I’ve drowned that pitiful day in a bottle of Gin,

it seems to be with me yet here again… 

so beneath the suns rays

kissed by life,

pondering tomorrow with spilled words over lines

as yesterday still haunts me drowned in a bottle of Gin,

I speak words

poetically

like I’ve done this for years….