A New Day,

And I ask God,

Please keep me sober

Because I need a painkiller.

Another Day,

And another victory:

I did not go out to buy the gun.

Another Day,

And I have the tree,

But I did not have a good rope.

Another Day,

And I inch back into the wicked storms,

Begging for a hurricane to bury me

In millions of pearls of sand,

Lifeless, bright, shiny sand.

Shared with One Stop Poetry’s One Shot Wednesday.  I love what they are doing there.