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Another Day



 

On the days that death calls me

When the morning sun

Is too much to bear

I think of my sister

I think of her pain if I left this world

My mother, my father, brother and aunts

When death creeps up

When sleeping isn’t enough

Something deeper whispers my name

It feels so enticing, too simple, too good

As I fall into the darkness

Of seductive deep sleep

My ears catch their cries

And harsh understanding

Words that spit selfish

But hearts that hold pain

looking for someone, anyone, to blame

So I turn him away

And put it off for another day



 

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