Sunday, February 6

This is not how things are supposed to be

Tearless saddened kerchief
Dessert-less hearty feast.

Unused lying gift-wrap
Quiet like a bee.

Blind fingers in a darkroom
Hoping for a switch.

Unseen in the mirror
Fresh new socks without the wriggly toes.

Bludgeoned into a corner
Sprinting like a wheel.




2 comments:

PsycheBubbles said...

"Blind fingers in a darkroom
Hoping for a switch."

Brilliant, Me likey! :)
Sid

Amropali said...

"Blind fingers in a darkroom
Hoping for a switch."

Brilliant, Me likey! :)
Sid