Resentment

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.

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