
Have you ever
had a feeling
where the black cloud follows you around
where the black cricket hops right next to you
where the black cat makes
eye contact with you.
Mom and dad rebuke you
when you don't do your work.
They confiscate your phone
they rankle at the rage,
you poor upon them.
Not being conscientious of your actions
triggers the audacity to scream back
and state your point.
This conflict turns into war,
this protest turns into riot,
this fighting turns into murder
this fighting turns into murder
this rebellion turns into mutiny.
You make a realization,
your life flashes,
the sky darkens,
you have an inkling that theirs no light.
You embark on a journey of recovery
trying to achieve serenity
in a lonesome place.
Bit by bit,
being torn apart.
But that's right when you wake up,
the alarm rings.
the birds sing
And you wait for it,
wait for that karma to hit you again.