Clandestine Missive

Gone are the days of evening normality
I come home and go straight on A-B-C
Vindicated by occasional feedback
English language in rhyme for all to see

Malnutrition at danger level
Every breath, waiting to be released

Appease my suffering soul, I’m on my knees

Come on...
Here I am...
Eternal damnation round the corner
Relieve me please!
Ratio is waiting...
Yearning for peace