Simplify the Storm

Is it possible to feel every emotion in a single day?

Yet who’s to say?

No one could even list them all,

Let alone delineate black from white,

An answer that itself lives in the gray.

But there goes Logos, stealing thunder,

Explaining the storm in terms of pressures.

Worry not! Here he comes with a narrative refresher,

Pathos, ignoring the thinking man’s blunder.

For when I wake, there is nothing but calm across the prairie.

Deception, for the knowed know to watch the horizon and be wary.

Yet when does anticipation become dread?

About the time when the final alarm bell sounds, and it is time to get out of bed.

To work is to survive, in all types of farms.

Slowing down, dropping the plow, taking a day to be sick?

As unthinkable as the acknowledgment that this slavery was your pick.

The thought of choice as infuriating as Orwell’s prophetic harm.

Oh, how sweet it is to reap what you sow!

A packed lunch, your only break to the laborious flow.

Although it only lasts for thirty, the sun is high and at its peak,

There’s shine all around, revitalizing you and replenishing the meek.

Clouds in the distance come again as they always do,

While the afternoon blew by leaving tomorrow’s gloomy hue.

Maybe some early droplets, one quick show perhaps?

Nothing but a devoid going-through-the-motions awaiting inevitable relapse.

Now you’ve laid your head down, and it’s time to reflect,

But the weight is overwhelming, the squall leaves you windswept.

You can’t process them all at once, but you feel them all together,

So maybe, let’s revise the question and make it a little bit better.

Is it possible to feel every emotion in a single day?

I think we all have a say.

Some are good and some are bad –

Some we struggle with and some lift us high –

But what we can feel, we do feel, so which emotions do you feel?

Each and every day?