60th Poem

The poems I type are the things I fight,

With my blood and tears that shower me in  fear.

Scared and cold as ice that stings like a bee

I sleep by the time I could not see the  light 

when blind  like a bat,

with only just the vibrations to show me through the dark.

I write my poems on paper and show the world my true heart

I stand tall and think positive when my dreams went, ZIP!

I look into the sky so clearly, not to imagine that this poem is my 60th.

I want to let her know I can keep on going without quits,

there is nothing more scary than a viper that spits.

I will continue on with my poems if you promise to keep me going....

By Christian Manzanares

Reason: I DID 60 POEMS IN LIKE 4 MONTHS