The day was dark so I went back to bed.
It seemed like too much trouble to inhale.
They seemed of steel, those cobwebs in my head,
That trapped my sense of me beyond the pale.
The day was like another long ago,
A day so dark I scarce could see the end.
By fortune my head held my heart in tow,
He bribed her till t’was nothing left to spend.
And that was just enough to hold me fast,
To keep me breathing yet another day.
I lived a day that could have been my last.
My head had shown my heart a better way.
The former day had taught me to survive,
The latter day to breathe, to live, to thrive.
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