another day
and i am still
lying restless
at home
for i am not drained
but within a drought
for i am not sad
but merely
despondent.
another day
and i am still
quivering in fear
of returning
back to school
back to work
back to worries
but i have not left them.
another day
and i am still
trying to make
desperate amends
with myself
and my friends
i am not alone
but i am weary
of providing company
and shade
as a tree would.
another day's absence
and i am still
wondering who else
is worried for
the coming seconds.
YOU ARE READING
melted
Poetry❝the present was the present, and we didn't even know it.❞ dedicated to kjh and wb highest ranking: #27 in poetry
