It was a typical day, stuck in the <br />middle of a Wednesday and the world <br />functions without me. The bitch that <br />calls herself life, has caught up once again. <br /> <br />Superstition is ripe in my mind and <br />the pregnant peaches seem ready to burst <br />I fail at harvest time, the victim inside screams <br />Open spaces overwhelm and assault my senses <br /> <br />Call me a outer space misfit- <br />I run from the full moon in the sky, <br />her whim overtakes me now. <br />Constantly I ebb and flow with my sanity.<br /><br />Robin Bennett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-s-only-wednesday/
