They pump and pump
The agony into me
With their insults and mockery, I slump
Down, tired of picking too many a blood-sucking flea.
I pass out Asleep,
Free from them, at last
I can escape, have a nice dream in a trance as deep
As a hypnotist can induce, it lasts past
Nine in the morning.
I wake up, annoyed
That I overslept, routine is so boring.
Having your Emotions played and toyed
Around with, I'm exhausted of them.
All I can do is wait for summer, kingdom come.
(1 June 2008)
(Hurst, Texas)
John Parsons
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/summer-kingdom-come/
