Poem -
The Doe
Coffee in the morning.
Sleeping pills at night.
The days are dark.
The nights are bright.
I walk the halls.
I lay in bed.
I drive my car,
Still a little dead.
Better than I used to be,
Not yet where I want to go.
Life is a mysterious forest
And I, but a doe.
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Comments
Amazing . keep it flowing ..
Hi Cherie, sometimes the beauty in a poem is in the brevity...I love that it was expressive, and personal..just lovely !!! Thank you xxx