Day: Mar 10, 2022

I ruffle their feathers each morning I open my eyes,

And it is getting exhausting –

Living in hell but pretending to reach for the skies.

I am suffocating, I am out of lucky tries,

And they know, yes, they know,

I am in the verge of breaking –

All they need is just one more punch to throw,

One more venomous pill worth taking.

Then I will bleed,

Ruin their carpets with my inferior breed.

So, each morning I open my eyes and take a moment.

How lucky am I to not have their greed?

-Jackie