Four AM It's four am,
That time again,
For quiet contemplation,
My brother's swell,
He's doing well,
Now in recuperation.
Another pain,
Released again,
Give thanks,
For life and healing,
Once more I ask for guidance,
For I have no sense of feeling.
I'm thinking now,
Of sanctuary,
A place of sweet surrender,
For life as I once knew it,
Is not,
As I remember.
The truth is stark,
It's cold and dark,
I suffer from exposure,
Tonight I ask for courage,
And the strength,
To welcome closure.
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