Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2017
Well
***** me sideways on
weekdays
where I'm trapped on the
treadmill of time
and notions of freedom
are lost.

Motionless
emotionless?
the emptiness is
bottomless and
appears to be
endless

Frustrating when you're
waiting
with Friday in the wings.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)   
109
   cv
Please log in to view and add comments on poems