The Worriers Poem
is everything alright,
as daytime turns to night.
as the darkness turns cold,
and my worry feels old.
in the chill of my wonder,
how much stress are you under.
dont make me wait,
to find out your fate.
for the days of tomorrow,
are you feeling the sorrow.
please reply,
stop my thots gone awry.
(written out of random boredom lol)
as daytime turns to night.
as the darkness turns cold,
and my worry feels old.
in the chill of my wonder,
how much stress are you under.
dont make me wait,
to find out your fate.
for the days of tomorrow,
are you feeling the sorrow.
please reply,
stop my thots gone awry.
(written out of random boredom lol)
Replies
That is rather good. My boredom is me watching TV, I think yours is better. :)
lol thanx :)
Hey That is a good one indeed..
You know what... ? That was *really* good... Its really rare that ( first of all) I even read poems ( just don\'t bother - but thats just me...) (Second) *IF* I do bother; rarely do I make it to the end... lol...
Whats even more rare; feeling any connection to it-- which would make me pause to think.
Guess what I am trying to say-- is-- that \"I\'m not blowin\' smoke up your arse... just to say its *good* ... ( if you don\'t do this on a regular basis... you probably should.) :)
P.S. I am dealing with Fibro as well....