Cupping Reality Poem by Timothy john Green

Thanks everyone for the opportunity

Reality bites?
Well have you known it?
The bag full of breath
What a state we were in
Tuning into mars
Struggling for truth
Tossed, turned, skin burnt
Time is an odd thing
Well at least we know
Caught up in a case
Paralysis of emotion
Turning as the ocean waves
Saying a quick hello
Before I plunge
A passage of air throws me
Up to the surface.
Don't be tossed about
But stay real.
Surrealism and cubism have their place
Chalk writes. Pen drives
But the heart is listening
My child, so precious
He in peace