When I Was Distraught
When I was distraught
And could not speak,
My hands and my feet
Broken, unable to move,
Your coat like a sheet
Over my dying body,
Your makeshift sled
Slippery and shoddy
But equal to the task,
Your voice soft,
Clear, like a mask
Hiding your feelings,
My brain spinning
And reeling
From my fall,
When I felt your lips
On my lips, heard the call
From above, and saw
The great wing beating,
All bleeding and raw,
I was lifted and borne away.
Work, augh! I gave that horrible addiction up months ago. Now I spend all my time trying desperately to escape from the internet tubes. That addiction is so strong it’s hard _not_ to work. I can see your problem if your Ro0;w2rk” involves other people _and_ computers. No bueno. They don’t mix.