Plea

“Plea” – 6/19/05
The morning shuddered to a halt outside my bedroom window.
Light, slipped from the hands of a careless sun,
Fell in slatted lines through the blinds and across my eyes.
Thought pounced.
Pain was clawing at the throat of purpose,
And memories scrambled to the surface
As drowning men, each trying to save himself.

God, don’t make me face the day.