Time Poem by Dorothea Gift Of God

I'm standing on the edge of my insanity biting on bits and pieces of a heart that’s tots to the wolves.
I'm completely deranged a human disease to my own thought process.
I've licked the bottom of hell and enjoyed the taste.
So as the bitterness of my own flesh begins to devour your thoughts, I begin to wonder if I'm human, I wonder if I'm just another caged animal a lion looking to be a beast.
Chewing on leopards and dragons wanting to erase who I am, hoping God can forget the bones I left among the sea.
I'm a devoted piece of garbage walking myself to the curb.
Who am I to this earth just a lonely stranger to a twisted mirror image blind sided by the chains that my flesh bleeds.
I'm thirty years too old and twenty-nine days light, because the day I was
born was my biggest fight.
Throw me in a ring hit the bell and watch my tears swing.
I'm glad I've cried before now, I let heaven open it's door and pour others peace, cause tonight I made it because the grave I forgot to see.