Dour Hour Poem by Briana Johnson
Dour Hour
7: 07 and I'm still asleep
Open my eyes
Then begin to weep
7: 25 and thinking; sad
Walking round' dour
Looking depressed; mad
7: 38 and I'm finding the strength
Unlimited courage
Unlimited faith
7: 42 and I'm dead again
Trying to be strong
Be we are all men
7: 59 and I'm back in bed
thinking of my sins
dreading things I've said
Monday, January 31, 2011
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