General Poetry posted May 5, 2024


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Shuttling Between Poles

One Morning, Four Seasons

by GoWiSt

I awake with such dread;

My nightmare seems so real!

It’s still inside my head;

How so awful I feel! 

 

But it was just a dream,

The bright sun hits my face.

So now I start to beam

And breathe with even pace. 

 

My darn neighbors are loud,

Which so pisses me off!

With them I’ve often rowed,

I’ve had about enough! 

 

But who’ll come to my aid?

I seem to have no friend.

Family’s a charade,

I’m depressed to no end. 

 

Not sure what next to do,

So back to bed I go.

I’ll just lie here and stew,

With hope for tomorrow.




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