Anais Vionet Poet Rhyme

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the 2020 blues is the new national anthem

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2020 Blues

I'm wearing the same old clothes,
binging the same ol’ shows,
seeing the days anastomose.
and waiting for my vaccine dose.

I’m humming the same ol’ songs,
I'm dreading the rerun dawns,
trying to at least appear strong,
but becoming angry and withdrawn.

I'm tired of the same old faces,
of being stuck in these boring places,
of feeling my nights are wasted,
and dreaming of friends embraces.

I'm writing the same ol’ verse.
becoming increasingly terse,
knowing it could be worse,
waiting for the end of this curse.

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John Gondolf December 30, 2020 at 12:12 PM I echo these same sentiments, Anais, this is so very well written and stated. Here's hoping the curse will end soon...REAL SOON. Happy new year my friend. John Anais Vionet December 30, 2020 at 5:35 PM Happy New Year John - and it will be happier for the cures and freedoms of 2121.

Rico Leffanta December 30, 2020 at 10:39 AM Really? I thought women had adjusted to a lifetime of the curse? Aloha! Rico Anais Vionet December 30, 2020 at 5:33 PM Ha! Not THAT curse!! There’s no escaping that and no effective vaccine.