It is grim
It is gross
It reaps
These are things you know,
But what is it?
It is death
And life
And warfare
And strife.
It is silliness
And stupidness
And laziness
And children of the mistress.
But what really is it?
I cannot say.
It creeps up
To put you in a headlock
Then vanishes before you can get a good look
It will never give back what it took.
It makes you feel like this 😓
Then like this 😭
Then like this 😑
And then it sucks all the blood from you
And makes you feel like this 😶.
It makes you think ' I'm done '
But you really aren't.
It makes you hate what people you love
It makes you resent the angel and dove.
It makes you indescribably mad
And sad.
That all these people are so one-sided
Make of me what you wish
You make of me some rebel or renegade
When I don't want to be your house maid.
I am not the one who married you,
I never would.
And never will.
It vanishes before you can get a good look
And it will never give what it took
Not matter your life
Your love
Your soul
It is life AND death
It vanishes before you can get a good look
will never give back what it took
And will never let you finish the last page in the book.
