Today is pay day
But for poor me
It is Hell Day -
So I have lived to see
It weighs heavily on my mind this day
So sluggish and suffocating is the air
Even the vocal birds are not singing this stormy morning
They sit on the electricity line
Shoulders hunched as if in mourning
The phone squats at the corner, so silent
A sickening punch to the tummy
Is its ring on this day sometimes so funny.
And the unannounced visitor on the doorway
To hell and back
Takes the frightened heart wildly racing.