Upon A Bed Of Gravel
Exposed and open.
by Lawrence S. Pertillar
I can not expect to be rescued soon.
I wont pretend my pain will end
Many scars and shattered wounds held.
Sunlit nights and darkened days...
Find my hands bloodied
Attempting to protect buckeling knees
As I come to rest,
Upon a bed of gravel!
Too wasted to pretend logic!