Every day I wake up

Shake off the cobwebs

Stretch up skywards

Lay back down


Every day I make up

New reasons to have one

Two or three and then some

Never question why


Every days a struggle

Energy eludes me

You can see right through me

But the thing is I don’t care


Every day I look in

The mirror for my manners

My sallow skin remembers

Everything that I have done


Every day I wake up

Bid good morning to my maker

Then up to add another layer

Of grey beneath my eyes


Queen of Sorrow ►


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