Suffer

Photo by Jessa Marie Pedrola

As the moon knocked me down
From an overnight due
The sun slapped me
As the day came anew

I wore my mask to start my day
To let the darkness vanish
That caused me pain.

Oh! What a sunny day
The weather caster say
Shame on me
But mine’s gloomy

What is my purpose I ask my destiny?
To finish paper works
Answered he with profanity

From tall, to grande
To venti, I love
I widen my eyes
To finish the tasks I simply despise
But who am I to lie
For I simply adore such life

Mountains and piles of love to be finished
For my misery to be replenished
Papers to hide up my agony
As I cry hatred inside like a baby

Coffee bullets flowing rivers inside my veins
Nothing excites me more
As I check that to do list
And shiver

As the cage engulfs me with responsibility
I smirk
For alas! I could escape the harsh reality

I have bartered my time and soul
For a cup of success and honor
My time as well
For I believe, This is the reason I came for

The day has come
And I lay six-feet under
No one should be blamed
For I adore to suffer and render