Eruption

The brain erupts so I can feel
Alive, for a moment before I wake
As my eyes open, I fear who I am
It makes me feel pain. I like that
I wonder will this be the day
That I taste life, or another day
Being afraid? I like that more
Few people know who I am
or what I am capable of
Even fewer care, or want to

© 1994, William R. Craft, Jr. All Rights Reserved