I dont remember writing this - I only write poetry when psychotic.

[Ebony Zebedee]

Blessed morn
The break of day
I awoke in the same place I chose to lay
Knowing that I test the fact
Im alive and free
Others are trapped
I gaze out my window to see
The sun shining bright upon palm trees
Whilst other fell victim to the grave
Or woke to misery
Im saved
Reminders of anointing oils
Within my hurt they gain their spoils
There’s wars being waged
Outside my world
People praying that their cries are heard
Blessed to see with sight so clear
Prevention of risk
Adhere to fear
Or be the tyrant to prevent
A reality of ruthlessness
Living by the gun or sword
Just to survive
Save them Dear Lord
I awake to feel the gift of mercy
Knowing others arise
Awakened hurting
Hoping with such might of faith
That they find a way to escape
Gods and Godesses above
Hear their lamentations of love
Tears shed having witnessed war
Steadfast in the age old lore
Find a way for them to to strive
Overcome and stay alive
To prosper
As I ponder
Saved
Just to awake where I have laid