Blood of drink and lungs of fumes
What else is there,
for our impending doom?
Tomorrow costs our lives,
What future we had were lies.
What can we do for tomorrow’s end,
but stand here protesting our lament?
Working and Disability
I think this conversation has many parts to it, and there is a lot that can be discussed and explored in regards to the topic. For now I’ll focus mostly on my own experiences, since that is what I know best. As for others I’ll also give examples and delve into those, but I want to focus on my own disabilities and what aids and assistance my doctors have requested in order for me to work in a stable environment that won’t worsen my health.
The Beat in my Heart
The beat in my heart,
Flow through my leg, jolt through my mind,
Tapping onto the floor, cold, marvelous, joyous.
The light of the ceiling, bringing life like stars.
The night is young and precious,
A moment frozen in time;
I dance as I sit in silence, listening to the voices in rhymes.
Drinks clinking in the dark, noise rattles the air.
The beat flows again as my heart dances;
The beat in my heart.
Noah's Nib Nook 