belonging (Remove filter)
Confusion
The boys in the street mend their cars.
A miniature garage, it seems.
I feel like crying, I feel so alone,
No-one to mourn me when I am gone.
No-one to miss me, no-one to care.
I pound at the walls, but no-one is there.
And if they are there, then no-one hears.
And if they hear, then no-one cares.
No-one to care, no-one to cry,
If I live, If I die.
The boys in the street are at it agai...
Saturday 27th March 2021 10:11 am
Fidgeting
While waiting for the bus to school,
I came upon the weighty problem
Of what to do with my hands and feet.
Unused to such quandries and puzzles,
I first thought the answer to be
Simple, like hands in pockets, and stand on feet.
But unbidden, there came to my mind
A picture of myself, standing on my feet.
A plump girl, with her hands in her pockets.
At last I could stand it no longer
...
Friday 26th March 2021 12:58 pm
Recent Comments
Evan Tyler on Seasons of Life
2 hours ago
Rasa Kabaila on The Magic in Mundane
5 hours ago
rob1967able on Back to nature.
8 hours ago
New Shoes on Wild Woman (22.)
10 hours ago
Landi Cruz on Strolling Players
10 hours ago
David RL Moore on Strolling Players
10 hours ago
John Coopey on SWINGING
12 hours ago
Evan Tyler on hugh
13 hours ago
R A Porter on The Eternal Flame
14 hours ago
Robert C Gaulke on Like Children
14 hours ago