Thursday, May 14, 2015

The joy of being confused

After a day like today
Walking in at eight twenty six pm
All I want is a bed in which to lay
And to embrace the deep cycles of rem

I watch the crimson sky
Electrify the dusky landscape
And I wince and sigh
At my unhappy tummy ache

I'm convinced this is one of
My more terrible days thus
I slowly find treasures pleasing a heart I pretend is tough
And it feels much better now, thanks to Katherine and Douglas

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