Depressing,
Miserable,
Unbearable
Sunday
Sickening,
Like cough syrup,
Forced in my mouth
Sunday as thick
As the cough syrup
I swallowed down
How slow, such a feeling,
Such as a rock in quicksand,
Still there, still stuck
How I wish to be dreaming
I say with a sigh,
Sundays
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On The Spot Poems
PoetryThese are poems, I hope you enjoy them. They come from my heart, and whatever emotions I feel at 1 AM... Have fun, indulge in them if you will. Thank you, Merci, Gracias, Danke and Spasibo
