Perhaps a feast day will serve
Make a clean break then
The idea has sone poetic merit
Am I truly finished though
It's bone cold this morning
The evil empire is coming
A two day stint of suffering
I'll grin and bear it, as intended
And hope for the best, unaware
Walking up my empty, little hill
I've yet to really awaken
Can't remember any dreams
That's probably a good thing
Seriously slept in too, oops
Kidlet's with mom all week
Why can I never enjoy these
My daughter's absence pains me
Somewhere out there, sadly
My spouse does not feel this way
She never knew how to miss her
Pathetic bitch
