Bad Days Poem by Sebastian Melmoth

Bad days to frequent too soon
Like a crack over the head the painful truth

Bad days soul ripped apart by times events
A violent path dragged from pillar to post

Bad days the grey skies of our minds the storm in our skulls
I should have really stayed in bed

Bad days the permanent frown of life
Screaming in a crowded room but no one is listening

Bad days praying to make it through, praying for salvation
Clinging onto sanity by your fingernails

Bad days looking for a friendly face in this dark day
As if the world has abandoned you

As we go to bed covers over our heads as our nightly shield
We pray for a better tomorrow.