My head is soft with love

It knows then that

It is about to sign off

Its valued

Thought to them that have no

Little chances for survival


Them that want to be more

Than useful to you.

I wish I could make the lot

Of all things

Useless for then they would

All think they were a knowing

Side and then I could be

A real one and not a

Useful time

For then I would

Be able to



For then they would all

Soften their blows

Against my soul

Which is abounding

With life.

Copyright B E Saunders 2016

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: