THE DAY BEFORE THE DAY
(Grappling with suicide)
you just have to remain
being alive; I suppose
and not to
die
with the trashed out
claptraps; but to gasp
out a prayer
cry
to persist while forming
rainbows; from tunnels
where demons
lie
as nought will miss the
substance; of hearts
sojourned last
sigh
© Kim van Breda—29 June 2014