Boom

Awake in the hospital room missing a nike shoe with no clue/ What did you do to be in this dream so black and blue/ Not knowing what was done with all actions to run through/ Such a boom to life’s dome/ It’s a tune of gloom I don’t need to feed with a spoon/ I ate my doom and freight what’s to loom/ Always was more than a goon now I’m holding a broom/ All negativity to bloom trap it in that lagoon/ With a full notion and intention of compact direction/ Concerning personal complexion I can accept rejections/ There could be a compilation of infections/ No devotion of reciprocation shows I have no intersection/ No matter the corroboration in my position/ All the sudden I’m switch hitting and winning/ Feeling omissions with decisions of contact precision/ With the situation I’m in I have no choice but to be dwindling what’s held within/ This won't leave me in famine or in some big old hole digging.