When you wake feeling distorted,
and your soft bed is so unreal
When your large creel holds what you dread,
Nothing ahead will really heal.
When those nights are closed with a tear
try to adhere to a bright star.
Hoist your flag far, do not despair
Yes! Hurt can scare, leaving a scar.
Feelings are flesh wounds on weak bones
broken cyclones in an enmesh,
cold veins that mesh the sun’s hipbones.
Feelings are tones that are still fresh.