words

Long into a day of fixation my words begin too choke    
From a blinding wound I've bled over as my weightless  
 anger gaged my need too voice what I've done..    May I feel where the outside changed yet may I curse  that god has sworn too not bathe me in sunlight,how    
 may I convince my words too sell love ,meaning more then    
 a what if I sense of humor thrown by the wayside of  day painted in shames bulk of chest tight prayers wasting away..    
    By morning should i circle my remorse,yet may I forgive  
 that I shall see again ,awhile I chase the burdens in my hands    
With words cold and simple as I choke on conversation..