Dilemma Poem by Deaner Alexander

What's wrong with being a dilemma human being. These dark clouds of fallen dirty rain with unforgiving sheets admits to creative loafing. For the golden power of our heads laying in this hard cement to where there is no way to run pillow. Hey you, my adherit child. Blanket fever frozen over melted love banging unheard thoughts seeking help with this burning red eyes, seeking lashes of unmade dust. High rise human shaped like a pole going south. Do you need to eat this first meal? That your tall lanky dairy air has made up. It's a shadow world you can't be heard It's just you, God, and that terrible forgotten mind that once left you, but came back.Dilemma