Day Starts


Waking up is hard
a whole day lies ahead
instead of feeling joy
I'm filled with nameless dread

It's like someone took a shovel
and started digging a hole
Instead of digging in dirt
they're carving out my soul

the pile keeps getting higher
the hole is too deep
I'm being consumed with sorrow
As I begin to weep

I need someone to start
shoveling the dirt back In
If it doesn't happen
I fear that I won't win

By: Emmie Ali

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