Later Poem by Michael The ArcAngel

Wait till the sun rises,
They all seem to turn away at first light',
This is the slogan for the monsters,
Day dreams lately, they don't seem have lite clouds anymore,
It's always dark with silent lightening,
The days now go longer than the nights,
With so little time to sleep.
At Bus stop,
The passenger,
Waiting in line till I don't remember
What I came here for,
Another ADHD, stock in a circle,
doing everything, except that which I am supposed to do.
I have become my own worse enemy,
Battling monster is a daily routine,
I lose some and I win some,
Death is never an option
But not inevitable
It's patrols the corners,
Waiting for an invitation.
Tears and pains are my number one signs of living,
I Laugh when am hurt,
I cry when am joyful,
I do my best to keep the monsters locked,
For it is my fear of tomorrow that keeps me awake at night,
Not the monsters,
For I know my demons,
My demons knows me,
I know what they want,
I know what keeps them quiet,
It is tomorrow that scares me,
Stepping out in to the unknown
Is what I fear,
So I leave everything else
Pertaining to future
To do them all 'later'.