THE NORM

 

 

Who is this thief?

Who is this stealer of hope,

giver of despair,

breeder of coldness.

Ah the fire of the cold.

How are you, Mam?

    Mam, breast fed by life.

How about some coffee or candy

to ease that pain. Don't

sugarcoat me with honeysuckle

reality lies. Leaving me the good deed

of living with myself. Misery

is in great company with me,

leaving me naked with no

shelter from the storm.

Touch me where it hurts.

Strike out and rise above this norm.