Six is the hour
that I woke up;
Every day
thinking...of someone,
Endlessly,
Then forget
so I could go on
Live on
to get by.
It is the only hour
My face turns sour
Like I’ve lost my own power...
...Cower.
It is repeating
Who knows?
When I will reach its end
and I will be able to raise my hand
and pass myself as being truly okay.
-
Bright Love,
Joker44