right now
it's the perfect summer time
for a little summer rhyme.
a perfect little breeze
to put your mind at ease.
wispy, white clouds in the sky
to cause a relieved sigh.
a perfect summer time
a little summer rhyme.

How did the wild wheat
Survive the sheep
Shorn grass

The wild rice
Survive the
Buffalo graze?

And how did this small boy
Survive the
Dysfuntional family,
Calamitous friendship

And the obligations
Of love?

Well after midnight, dark out, rise at seven am.
Metallic bangs and piercing whistles going off in my head.
Sleep is like the memory of a kindergarten toy,
Once loved, but disappeared among the trials in between.
Getting up tired for the fifth time this week.

Robotically dress, wash, eat.
If I can stomach anything.
No real thought process forming,
Nothing going on but everything crashing together at once.

My head has a dull ache, not pain.
My limbs are cramped and lethargy rages throughout me,
Muscle and mind.
I try to think of something to look forward to.
Nothing seems worth it today, but I will fight again tomorrow.

Saturday morning, I awake at 7am, so much for the lie in.
Joyless prospect of tolerating those around me I do love.
My friend who is not my friend,
Is beckoning me down into the thoughtless mire
I’ll go on today.

And start all over again tomorrow.