Chapter 57: Today

Deep down inside
This truth I know
This day has gone on
For to long
Be permissive and crow
The morning’s side
Of the argument
I’m not sure I’ll make it
To the see the final end
The sun falling as it did rise
On the raw edge of my pain
Cursing even as it does ferment
Processing to partake of it
To rue the way I never mend
Slowly killing with all it implies
Purposeful I call for rain
But my wishes are so rarely granted
Aching from my existence
So many days founded
And so many flags planted
On the land made by my pain’s edge
Lemon yellow sun dripping into consciousness
Another cause of my undue hesitance
Purposelessly hounded
For every confession I’ve recanted
As I’m cornered by my own pledge
To one whose now merely infamous
Cast upon me
Changing my life