SEE FROM YOUR KNEE
My spirit on the lanes low In particular, with nowhere to go, To and fro, I can't explain That's what causes me pain. Things fall apart too fast. My heart respond not to haste My life is in a continuous spin. Struggling to force you out of in My pen keeps on crying. The inks running low My hands numb and dying Tired of the business of scribbling My soul staggering to make My body still from the constant shake. My entire life aches To death shall I make my way? Shall hades make my eternity gay? My mother says I go by knees. Only he who goes by knees sees. I will give it a chance Afterall who gave hasn't taken © Demetrius White ✍