The Intervention Of My Intuition Poem by Curtis Mosby

The Intervention Of My Intuition



The chair I sit in.
In the midst of a room field with needle.
I never write my friends off I feel thier pain.
On many accord we may disagree for they
are not as yet strong as me.
Look but I do not stare as his skin sink into
his bone's.
I still want leave him alone.
Espcecially in these trials I walk a foot he get worser.
So would if I walk a mile.
Potential life everyone has, I believe he would do
the same.
If the shoe was on the other foot.
I am not looking for a blessing, just here because I care.
About a friend that can't make it down stairs.
Where the light is the healing of love like a nutrition.
I will sit here untill he progress.
From the intervention of my intuition.

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