A GRUESOME DAY

My insides seem to be bubbling with joy,

I seem to flow as gracefully as a swan,

I use my tensions as a decoy,

The day was passing slowly until time ran.

Enjoying the morning air, I smell,

The damp humours that comes up,

I am elated with the feeling that does swell,

I am in seventh heaven, drinking in God’s own cup.

The day slowly toils past its mark,

Weather does turn rash and hot,

The sun feeds upon us like a shark,

Temperature’s high and the pace is a boiling pot.

Evening does give a respite here,

But that is not enough to lighten up the mood,

The heat is too much to bear,

I perspirate and will become as dry as wood.

The night is pleasant, a bit chilly,

Spring has cast its shadows over us,

My insides shiver with excitement,

And I can hardly sleep, for my loss.