Delirium

42

Sunday, November 2012

a lonely boy
with his heart on his sleeve
sleeps in the a.m
his breathing a steady stream of oxygen and carbon dioxide
his heart beat is dreary
as if the cold weather has shrouded his blood into red ice
and he dreams of a better place
than where he is
wishing for his mother to come and take him away from the hell that is his life now.

>>k.l