Let the devil care

When the warm glow of the sun within you dies
When the world around you cries
When your whole existence seems pointless
When the sound of peacocks don’t wake you up
When all you do is just punching your pillow
Rolling around in the small solitary bed of yours
Your daily planner is filled with chores
Filled up to the moon
And all you seem to care
Is why Hererra Pacho is gay?
You know that you are on an edge
And all you want is to jump down from a cliff
And enter the realm of “Devil may Care”