Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2019
Let’s stick to the forecast
What’s going on outside?
Never mind the squall in here
My dear, what’s for dinner?
Are you serving that apathy
along with the apple pie?
Why don’t you pour a glass of wine?
It’s easier to swallow than anything
he has to say
The glass is drained, as well as your patience
Turn the light off/dull your anxious mind
Until tomorrow - evening 3 of week 12
sandra wyllie
Written by
sandra wyllie  56/F
(56/F)   
55
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems