Incessant Hell

For every morning is black

And every day is gray

And only the night on track

Can turn around the day

But soon the sleep is over,

And the morning will commence.

This incessant hell looms over

At the morning’s tiring expense.

For sleep provides a cure

That only partly heals the pain,

But the trouble will insure

To continue and remain.

As long as there are mornings

And as long as there are days,

This incessant hell keeps burning

Pushing smoke up o’er the haze.

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“Incessant Hell” © 2005 has been published in the “Poetry Vibe”