My daily bread:
Feeds my soul's hunger,
Quell the aches in my head,
Chase away the nightmares when I slumber,
Giving me sweet dreams instead.
My daily bread
Is a dough made of poetry
Flavoured with ink and lead,
It fills my pages uncontrollably
Now gone are the days when life wanted me dead.
By: Melisha N. Murray (c) 2012