Unicorn Waits

Written by: Robert Heemstra

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