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Nov 2016
I hate to see the sun rise anymore
because when it does, so does my Dad
I barely have time to get a cup of coffee

and then i'm on the move
all **** day, or otherwise on call
for whatever crazy **** pops in his head

and nothing I do is ever good enough

doesn't make a **** what I do
just because I don't do it the way he would
it's always wrong somehow

but by midnight he's in bed
and I can finally focus on something
without my brain getting all scrambled

I am at peace

my phone stops buzzing, too
I don't have to worry
about phone calls and visitors

I can charge my batteries

I can just be "me"
and after a day like today
it couldn't come too soon

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11/2/16
22:20
Colten Sorrells
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Colten Sorrells
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