Month One Day Six

 

   

  

“Month One Day Six”

 

I cannot say for you,

But it makes me sick.

Just thinking of,

Month one day six.

 

I am still struggling,

To find some sort of fix.

We, all of us did not pay the boatman,

On the River Styx.

 

You horrendously wretched,

Left over,

Hounded over soulless,

Pile if sticks.

 

Oh no,

We all did not give you the coins,

To cross The River Styx.

  

Danny Gunter

Unbreakable

Dg

1-15-21

11:59 pm