Mar 2020
Sometimes there
Just isn’t a pill
It’s just the will
Of a grey day
Go away ugly coat weather
Hide under my bed
Come out when we need you
But just not today
Twirl in my PJs
Because that’s what I need
I crave more sleep
So down my head I lay
Maybe tomorrow
Maybe not even then
I’ll deal with it when i need to
Then I can pick up my pen
Just isn’t a pill
It’s just the will
Of a grey day
Go away ugly coat weather
Hide under my bed
Come out when we need you
But just not today
Twirl in my PJs
Because that’s what I need
I crave more sleep
So down my head I lay
Maybe tomorrow
Maybe not even then
I’ll deal with it when i need to
Then I can pick up my pen
Some days are a complete waste of thought. Try again tomorrow maybe. For a fellow poet and any others having a bad day.
