Tonight, the world seems
a storm of hate.
The Devil's awake and
taking down names.
The energy of man is
spent on imagined pains.

Maybe I'll feel better
in the morning.

Tonight, the world takes
it's due from the slights
of ghosts.
Bitterness reigns over
compassion.
Pride zaps the strength
of man.
The bill of a thousand
years is at hand.

Maybe I'll feel better
In the morning

Tonight, the world spins
opposite of design.
Its axis pitched against time.
Atlas has buckled under
prides command.

Maybe I'll feel better
in the morning.

Is it morning yet?

© Kmariepoetry

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