Cut down by words not meant to hear,
We hold our tongue, silenced by fear,
For we are those we befriend,
And will all times seek to defend.
poem
Days
Days tick by, like raindrops fall,
With just no time to count them all,
Right
In the midst of Monday morning,
As darkness battled light,
I turned over and went back to sleep,
Because it felt just right.
Possibly
When faced with a proposition,
An invite to do or see,
I never jump in feet first,
I just say hmm… possibly.
Lack
I often talk to my dog,
Wishing that she’d just talk back,
It would help make up for loneliness,
As interaction I do lack…
Hope…
Only when I am awake,
Does my mind struggle to cope,
When asleep I have bad nightmares too,
Will I survive, I only hope…
Go on…
My neighbour likes to wash his car,
He does it nearly every day,
You’d think his car was clean enough,
And that he’d do mine I say…
