Let me write...

Let me put into words,

The sadness of waking up every morning

With a heart filled with loath and bile

Yanking the covers and pounding each step

Without grace and out of spite

To a world that utterly disappoints you

Failing you at every turn and corner

Relinquishing every right you have for a refund

Toddling through the days and years

Wishing you’re at another time and place

Let me put into a song,

The joy of going to bed every night

Pulling the covers over your head

Breathing-in the only tiny sanctuary you can afford

Staring at the warmth that slowly envelopes you

Forgetting about the anger and pain

Towards a world that offers you no spring

Malleable to bitter words and cruel intentions of others

Who are equally sadden and jaded

and at the end of the day stepping out of the world

and timorously hiding underneath the covers