I'M Weak... Only Set In Plywood. Poem by Violet Warren

I feel like a wrecked ship
lost in the abyss that engulfs me
dressed in darkness I scream
and dream like the selfish
I remember much better days
days that seem to haunt me as game
I salvage like a beast
searching for food and drink
rendering me never able to sleep

like a bear I lead
through these winter dreams I weep
praying for peace to enter me
good GOD, I know I've been so wrong lately
but sometimes I just feel obliged to the shaking