Sunday, April 28, 2024

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Eight, Poem Twenty-Eight

That Thing
 
Just isn't 
for you
this day.
 
Woke
already
unworthy.

Every
other thing
dumped on,

deserved
even if 
unwanted.

When did
you start
wanting?

When being
showed it's
use-by date.

Your time
is now,
not yours,
 
and no
oft means
never.  

1 comment:

JJ Stickney said...

Well done. You are having a really good month!