BRANDON KOPCIENSKI
A TO L
I think I’ve tripped and fell real hard,
Might have hit my head, but saw no stars.
Something’s swollen I feel it throb,
This is by no means misérable.
The feeling engulfs the entirety of my chest,
It’s inevitable that it will not rest.
Travelling upwards through my spine,
My fear has manifested it conquered my mind.
It now forces me head over heels,
Experiencing this, it must be for real.
Never have I felt this way,
All other matters have gone astray.
It’s on the block of of pleasure and pain,
Might be neighbors, yet I cannot explain.
This feeling makes just one thing known,
It has showed me that, which children paint in winters’ snow.