Author of horror genre
“American Dream”
Head hangs
Feels strange
People looting the
Stores like they’re
Deranged
Eyes open
I’m broken
Unsettled in this
Life of the new
Woken
Head aches
Hands shake
Struggling for every
Dime that you
Make
This life isn’t what I had pictured for me; This life, damn sure, isn’t what I had dreamed.
Back pain
Shirt stain
Working masked up to
Prevent the next
Strain
Sore feet
Less meat
Dealing with climate
Change and this
Heat
Arms sore
Closed doors
Prices increase and
Continue to
Soar
This life isn’t what I had pictured for me; This life, damn sure, isn’t what I had dreamed.
Emotional low
Blow after blow
Whether to take the
Vaccine or no
Crazy year
Eyes of tears
Watching the news for
Something good to
Hear
We wait
We have faith
Knowing everything is on God’s plate.
Wind blows
God knows
Believing this isn’t our country’s fate
This life isn’t what I had pictured for me; This life, damn sure, isn’t the American dream.
Written on October 6, 2021