Peeve.

I am grateful for the day it was.
I am grateful for the reprieve.
It does make me dread tomorrow though,
As I suspect you'll do that weave,
Where you make it impossible,
For me to dodge, and to say no.
I'll hold my breath, take the ride,
And off then we will go.
My hours of isolation.
Sitting on my ledge,
Is another knock on the hammer,
Against our wooden wedge.
I am grateful for the day it was, though.
I am grateful for the reprieve.
It does make me dread tomorrow,
So my thoughts become my peeve.