BORN AGAIN
My scarred hands pained my marked life
To grit a fist was to pry the last of my will to spill an ounce
of energy
That I had not the muscle left to make
And not the thirst left for life
So instead of death
I slept
Slept one day
Another
And slept away three more days
Slept away the results of my ill-fated ways
Of a lost life
Down a wrong turn
Within an unwanted world
Beneath the filtered sky of an unnamed day
I twitched to my fists locked tightly fit
To be born again to the whispering hints
Of a forgotten lost time
From a buried lost past
Wakeful to the reasoning chill of an altered state
My feet bleed to the earth
Of an altered fate
And as my eyes cry to ignite of unscratched light
I know now that I will live a new life
So while spite that I write with the hands
Of an unknown man
I feel like a child in-flight to an untouched future at hand
I feel like I am alive
Once again
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