The day is March 31st
of 2020
The time is 1:14, *eyes dried of thirst*
In the morning said he
The radiance of the moon’s light pierces through
the window curtain
It is now almost two
making everything so uncertain
Constant thinking of what could be
it is now shortly after 3
Racing thoughts backward and forward
low on energy
No mental strength to push onward
no more en..er..gy
The day is April 1st
of 20-TWENTY
Towns stocked up on essentials and h20 to prevent thirst
can you believe this is 2020?
said he
To think this must be a joke
April fools
With conspiracy & misconception we pray to be woke
April fools.
With the whole world shook
with nothing to do
He, stumbles across a black book
…it is now April 2
Night time comes again
it is now 10
The radiance of the moon’s light pierces through
the window curtain
It is now almost two
making everything such a burden
Constant thinking of what’s the end
Black book and ink- words be penned
At the strike of four
thoughts and thoughts take a tour
As thoughts became vivid
he grew livid
Reality became insane
as closed work resulted in no gain
Financially stuck
the government went corrupt
With barely enough to get by
some started to cry
Its just a black book he said
pen to paper never seemed so red
The importance behind this book
wasn’t about its look
It was the value of what lied inside
a pandemic let loose a high tide
Pen to Paper while it rained
the black book is all he claimed
Day after Day
Month after Month
The day is January 1st
of 2021
The time is 1:14. *eyes dried of thirst*
In the morning, said one
The radiance of the moon’s light pierces through
the window curtain
It is now almost two
making everything much more certain
Constant thinking of what could be
it is now shortly after 3
The book
The small black book
Kept aside the bedroom night-stand
Always in his hand
Records of daily struggle
With too many thoughts to juggle
Experience of gloom
Anticipated nothing but doom
Light at the end of the tunnel
With enough to funnel
The book
The small black book
This $1 book
Now worth $20,000 because of his look
This thousand dollar book
Come, take a look.
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