There are times
When I feel
so tired
That my life
seeps through me
Like tea
through a strainer
With bits of me
Sticking
to the spoon
June 2018
5 years ago
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Semi-strained kind of life.
Posted by Hellafied at 3:34 PM
Labels: more poetry, words
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4 comments:
I love what you can say with so few words.
When you start feeling tired and strained, put on those red shoes. Like Dorothy, they will surely transport you to a special place.
I love your poem. Very insightful. How do you know how I feel??
;)
Hi.
I read your post on Indiblogger.
I read one line
"And to think, this whole time I thought we were on the same page. Turns out, we weren’t even reading the same book."..
have been a huge fan of your writing since..
I come over here and see this poem..
just too good.
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