Anything better, morbid, even devastating
Than these vapid, insipid, days of numbness
Of dud promise, pernicious, sheet of sameness
Anything but mourning pans for breakfast
Something but thoughts of halcyon past
That which can suffuse me with hopelessness
For hope has turned me a wretched mess
Every morn a prayer and a hope
That masks the soul that is hobbled
By years of scavenging for any job
That will make me human even a jot
Tomorrow I walk the streets again
Tomorrow I check the mails again
The standard regret: we are sorry but…
They all just hit their resend button
I just wish tomorrow could be different;
Than struggles that same way demur
Death has no more in store
Than these hardscrabble stories
Hunger pangs; do all you want
Death is all your worst
Which I live daily with no fear
More painful are tears of failure
