Unicorn Waits

not just an apple a day sonnet too trying to keep healthy mind body soul if I’m lucky I may even write two some have said my heart is as dark as coal I’ve been labeled since the day I was born they’ll still be cursing me when I’m long dead even today I wait for unicorn to take me to the land of the unsaid I know it’s just a fantasy of mine maybe that unicorn waits for my death I plan on living long and doing fine nothing on this earth will take my last breath in the meantime I’ll write more poetry I would rather poetry than laundry