Terrible Poet

reminiscing past moods coyote lullabies  sing me to slumber chasing bottom of bottle night after night unaware of Self maybe not Self caring tornadic cells passing over camper door  never stays closed humbled & grateful am i living to find better ways  giving much better days Love lifting me @baccusbee baccus bee june 23, 2019 vss365

it's ok really... i’ve been the monster before, in other's stories  & perspectives  can't say you ever get used to it. just not surprised (deep sigh) anymore... doing the right thing  is not popular; just trying to be who i needed for me  once upon a time in this life's  enigmatic irony