Month: June 2020

After dinner Poetry

Every day I wake up

I’m a little bit older

Am I any wiser?

Well that remains to be seen

Every day I wake up

I feel a little bit closer to death

It feels a little bit closer to the end

Some days I wake up

And I think, is this it?

Is this the day I’ve been promised since birth?

Some days my heart is heavy with sorrow

Some days I am terrified

And yet other days I wake up

Praying for all the rage and vengeance

Only God could deliver

Some days I wake up

And I want it all to burn.