the day is done
God's will to live overpowering what I often fear to be my destiny
my nightly routine is just that
just so

depression waits upon the threshold
with fistfuls of flowers and candy
clumped with brown roots of bermuda grass
it peers into my peep hole like a cyclops
decption and trickery whisper in its ears

I envelope myself in the silken sheets of loneliness
and chenille blankets soft with despair
the textures overwhelm my carnal senses
twisting about my legs as I lay supine

i succumb in slumber
disturbed and weary
lullabied with the promise of another inauspicious day

the day is done
God's will to live overpowering what I often fear to be my destiny
my nightly routine is just that
just so

Good Night