NO EXPERIENCE SPARED.

Your world forms
A nameless wholesale day,
And when it falls
It frames your own soul’s way.
Your life break
Begins to under burden you,
And when you wake
You sin like other persons do.

Your kids starve,
And strive to find some form,
And when you cook
You do so with alarm.
Your wife leaves,
And ends a random choice,
Some nights to grieve,
But half as many voiced.

Your age grows,
But strangely not your hair,
Your skin exposes
Things that were not there.
Your limbs fail
As circumstances change,
And when you’re very, very ill,
Your outlook is arraigned.

You’re oh so near,
And scream for something more,
But all the fears
You card boarded pour forth.
You lie still,
And are no longer sure
That any rest
Will be a lasting cure.