Courtney

At times you dont know What to think about,

Whether its right or wrong.

Combining images and words,

So they can form a bond.

Drawing blanks to the brain,

like a defective gun.

To an infamous outlaw,

with no where to run.

Lead me the way,

out of this dark hole.

Warm me with your guidance,

away from this cold.

                -Courtney Spruils