Note: I experimented with breaking the every-other-sentence rhyming rule ;)
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A dreary, drenched, dragging day,
I sit in my reading nook,
staring out at the ocean bay,
stuck on the same book,
since yesterday.
A dreary, drenched, dragging day,
I sit on the kitchen stool,
staring at the woodworks and say,
"Everyone else is cool,
but me. I'm boring."
Outside is still pouring.
A dreary, drenched, dragging day,
I sit on the sofa and lay down again,
and then upright, but again I lay,
indecisiveness haunts me today.
A dreary, drenched, dragging day,
I sit on the edge of my bed,
when the mirror in front of me,
tauntingly said,
"You're boring and ugly.
No one wants to be your friend."
A dreary, drenched, dragging day,
I sit in my reading nook,
staring out at the ocean bay,
stuck in the same dark dream,
since yesterday,
until the little life in my tummy,
reminds me it's okay,
and I'll be a great mummy,
that she'll be proud of one day.
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Turadh | poetry collection | completed
PoetryWe have all felt the rain fall on us at some point in our lives. But we are not alone and we can find sunlight between storms. Here is a collection of poems to show that even in moments of sadness, loss, or loneliness, there can still be comfort, ho...
