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why? Am I asking for donations yet again, 

cause it's close to impossible living on minimum wage and lack of support in audience members at shows, hospital bills, physical and mental illness issues, 

I currently can't send you anything but what I freely write, video and play covers people want to hear on line,

thank you from the bottom of my heart at this time of uncertainty in my life right now, 

I love you all dearly ,

And with all your support prayers and warm wish's something's got to give in

xo Izzy Cox

A prose of fiction / Stepping Stone by Izzy Cox

Stepping stone by Izzy Cox

I feel like a stepping stone

just can't stand straight

With out the ceiling 

Hurting my head

It's like when you get

Run over by a car

It just hits you in places

You never knew 

could be so painful

I place my trust blindly

With the greatest intention

Hell I give the fragments

Of my soul to anyone

That can hold it

But like trash it just

Gets thrown away

Discarded like a rotting

Apples covered in maggots

My heads not right today

It must be the 16 drug

Prescribed now

I have to take now

I take more meds then

Folks in there 90's

It's always been one door 

Away from the grave

How I want peace

The doctors been telling

Me, I've been dying for years

I exceeded decades beyond

Them ever stating when they told me

I had One year to live

The doctors have great medicines

Now is keeping me alive

And somewhat coherent

And still useful to society

I guess really I feel like a outcast

Not ever being part of this world

In the world of the living and dying

I walk a fine line, making sure

My cards are to my chest 

But in reality I lost my whole

Hand on a bet long time ago

It's borrowed time I live on

Just it gets more obvious everyday

The scars on my heart

The holes in my liver

The sandpaper I have for lungs

And the lobotomy of my head

The nails for a stomach

I can't feel sorry for my self

Anymore cause my sense of self

Was left on a fire and burnt to

A crisp

Birds make me happy

They remind me I can fly

I can go places no one has ever gone

And I have exceeded all my dreams

I never get what I want

But I got what I need

Some days I wish I could

Forget everything but then

That would make me a zombie 

Maybe I am a zombie 

That would make sense

I just get depressed sometimes

And my body fights me everyday

My mind torchers me

Plays games of distraught

Had to pawn my guitar and amp

Again to pay for medicine

And doctors

I had so many plans I 

Was working on all gone

In a split of an eye

Over and over again

I get up with dirt in my eyes

And then nature intervenes

Reminding me I belong here

Just like the trees and sun

The stars and planets

The ocean and whales

Like butterfly's and lightning

Bugs

Like opossums smiling at me

A warm embrace from my species

I will stand up again

Even though I may never have

Another leg to stand on

At least I got a guitar

And a song to sing

That's when it all goes away

Even for a split second