I Didn’t Make It

              I didn’t make it Cut from the lot Standing alone Not knowing what’s up What’s not. I know it’ll be over I’ll pass on But for now I’m lonely, fractured Having trouble to cope To move...

I Feel The Magnitude Of It All

I feel the magnitude of it all It shoves the good The bad in my face Making distinctions none at all. I cope, I handle Sometimes overwhelmed One foot in front of another I struggle and demand. To have a life A role in this universe My little section I can love That no...

Sick Again

Sick again hard to feel Pleasant, happy and demure. Want to lay down, sleep away But I guess it’s here to stay. Cope with it, find a way Make this be a pleasant day. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson – 2012