Life is amazing, graced with the raising of a beautiful woman
Still I cry every couple hours suffering in my temple I’m burdened
I’m entrapt in my mind and my gripping is slipping
and losing it now. Hope I don’t turn up missing.
My physical pain is chemical imbalance torment
I wish it wasn’t real I’d rather it be a performance
But I know my happiness is dormant
A seed…
Awaiting me to blossom again
From the bottom back to the top of my game
Pain?
We’re probably supposed to have it,
Eventually grasping magic, life’s wonders electric static
I need that spark, and I’m going to get it, no regrets, that’d be pathetic
This is a process beyond depth I can’t fathom or imagine
I’m going to be high rolling again
Unafraid, maintaining with the utmost grace attaining
Attained will be past tense, ill move past is and blast off
FAR beyond.
This.
Nina
GoodnightNina. 