Read Poem: NinE, by Aaron Lee Graves

I just received some new batteries to kick-start my heart, I’m not writing for flatteries because it’s actually a tragedy—that I’ve been living like I’m dead.

I’ve been given a sedative but it’s time for me to let live; let it ride; before I die:

Proceed with caution, because what I’ve got inside is a terrifyingly beautiful ride.
It’s a little unusual, a spiritual tide, a rituals original,
and now the only that’s pitiful is when I sleep at night,
leaving a table full of things I coulda done,
things I shoulda said, love I could’ve expressed,
but that was then, this is now.
I’m not dead, I’M NOT DEAD.

I’m done not speaking my mind, I’m done being left behind, instead of looking for time to unwind, I’ve got to be kind and rewind my life like a video; tape:

off the crime scene;
Uh-Oh, my anger revealed itself,