This Is My Day.
Poem By Tyler Skipper
You brought me here to show me something
thinking I had frogotten?
The nuances run through my veins like a slow morphine drip
I am ensconsed in a familiar hazy reverie
and every hour, on the hour
So save the guided tour of a broken hearted misery
I live my grand folly
my misguided, misunderstood misadventure
I am immortalized
not in stone or cold, heartless marble
But a flesh and blood effigy