Sometimes the days
Are long
And people
Irksome.
They seem not to realize
What they say
Is blasphemous
And their actions
As poisonous
As the very things
They protest.

But there are days
When I forget the world
And all her blackness
Fades to gray.
I can see the remnants
Of what should have been
And hints
Of things
Much better.

And there are times
When I just want
To abandon the day
Before its start,
And times when
I wish
The end
Weren't quite so near