The brooding clouds brings forth resentment
towards things unreachable.
The rosy tasted of life
and the blossoming green in some people’s pocket.
I raise my glass every time I am able to pay bills.
I raise my glass when I see another morning.
Some said not to worry
let the Lord carry my burden
but here I am my back hurts from being over-loaded.

Resentment brooding under the dark clouds…