Humdrum
Too much work
Too little outcome
As if trying to hold water in a fork
And the worst is yet to come.
I rush here, I rush there
But the roads I take lead nowhere.
Everybody asks for more care
And nobody tries to be fair.
When can my mind have some peace?
When can my body have some rest?
Will my worries ease and decrease
And will everything turn for the best?
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
