The Tough Mornings Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

The Tough Mornings

The tough mornings moves ever so quietly,
as a hunting feet,

The tough mornings by midmornings,
was something's greater and more crucial menacing and accurate,

I believe it was an idea, lifeand all these living andall those deaths floating in outter space,
and it was all their vain singings,

By night falls it was the definitives conclusions,
and all their vain celebrations singing and their war encounters,

In this dim light something sinisters mimics the thoughts and language, words of those frantic confrontation,

Thosedancings on the tiptoes,
Tight ropes for allthe pole artists of lifebalancings,
Those stopped hearts that doubted if it was a true heart attack,

After we're all so sadly gone and believe this was something rare and kind, but what's belief anyhow,
Life as in these given situations was not a life desired,