PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I'm sure you've got your troubles

As we all have our own

I'm aware of your inconveniences

And the daze that you experience

I am at your service

There's so much I can do

Yet so little I can make possible

I can bring touch back to your skin

But I may burn your hands along the way

And of course I can return your breaths

Without a thought or a prayer

You haven't seen me for a while

And you may be assuming too much

As may I

but here we are, back where we started

Ever-turning recycling system

Where the drama of the past

Gets converted to the next episode

Good times today for horror stories tomorrow

We aren't as delicate as we once were

But we're in a lot more pain

Maybe we're more adverse to showing ourselves

We could just be lonely

Who's we?

Everying we wanted to be

At the end of this day or any other

We could face a new kind of instability

And to keep it simple

Any one of us would simply say

"Today was a bad day"

When there's so much more to it.