Donna
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Rain falls gently outside.
Thoughts circle.
Burrowing in bed.
Anchored in a blanket haven.
Gloom stuffs the room.
Regrets icy stare sends
shivers down spine.
Disappointment jumps at the chance to make me pine.
For things lost.
Given up.
Forced situations.
The more I reflect
the weightier the cost.
Right now
can't pick up slack.
Somewhere,
in the recesses of my mind
I know I'll be back.
©Donna H.
October 17, 2022
Thoughts circle.
Burrowing in bed.
Anchored in a blanket haven.
Gloom stuffs the room.
Regrets icy stare sends
shivers down spine.
Disappointment jumps at the chance to make me pine.
For things lost.
Given up.
Forced situations.
The more I reflect
the weightier the cost.
Right now
can't pick up slack.
Somewhere,
in the recesses of my mind
I know I'll be back.
©Donna H.
October 17, 2022