I have for you a brand new word:
Of “Nightmare” we all have heard,
But now I give you
“Daymare”.
Yes, a day of Daymares –
Those little nagging Anxieties
That grow to deep Depression.
Can I pay my bills?
Will I pass my exams?
What will people think (of me)?
We all have had those Daymare days
When all goes wrong
And nothing will go right.
Bad days
Like when my parents died,
Nervous breakdowns,
Running over a cat
And a squirrel.
Fillings falling out.
Lunch is burnt.
We’re flooded!
And many more.
Times of sadness, anger and frustration.
Times to cry.
Times when it’d be better
To Die.
So, here I give you “Daymare”:
A word I hope
You seldom have to use.
Paul Butters
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 6:37 AM UTC
I have for you a brand new word:
Of “Nightmare” we all have heard,
But now I give you
“Daymare”.
Yes, a day of Daymares –
Those little nagging Anxieties
That grow to deep Depression.
Can I pay my bills?
Will I pass my exams?
What will people think (of me)?
We all have had those Daymare days
When all goes wrong
And nothing will go right.
Bad days
Like when my parents died,
Nervous breakdowns,
Running over a cat
And a squirrel.
Fillings falling out.
Lunch is burnt.
We’re flooded!
And many more.
Times of sadness, anger and frustration.
Times to cry.
Times when it’d be better
To Die.
So, here I give you “Daymare”:
A word I hope
You seldom have to use.
Paul Butters
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