We made it

(Though not all of us did)

We made it

To a day that seemed

Impossible to see

So don't tell me

To be kinder

While we're dying

While we're being

Killed off

Obviously

Under

Your nose

Being assaulted

And hearing him

Brag about it.

No.

Don't tell me 

To be kinder.

Missing a day of writing

Because I was writing

So writing

Slipped by

The wayside

How ironic

The feeling of it

This missing 

Of something

Because I was

Doing

The very thing

I forgot 

To do.