No Hold Barred Poetry Writing Challenge: Day 19

Each morning
I wake up angrier
although I don’t know
why or with whom
only that I hate my life
and all who inhabit it
and this pair scissors
is dying to end it.


This is the type of poem you receive when one is completely drained of inspiration. Apologies. 😦

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