Craig Bowden Poet Rhyme

Letter to a Friend

I am sitting in my bedroom, Skeet,
 the weather atrocious outside.
It is only in this room
       where no one looks
                 that I can really hide.

And consider pleasures of yesteryear
 or the days yet to come.
This is when I struggle
     with what has happened
and the things I should have done.

Of course I know I will get no answers
 to my bullsh*t bedroom blues.
But what is to become
     of you and I my friend?
It fills my mind and haunts my muse.


           Written: 1995

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Keith D Trestrail March 10, 2024 at 3:57 AM I hear ya, CB. I have a friend just like you. Well done.

Maurice Rigoler January 25, 2022 at 6:39 AM Blue has always been my favorite color and always with positive sensations. How it became associated with feelings so negative, I'll never know. Hope you find a better color. Many thanks for the stop by, sir. / Maurice

Jennifer Proxenos January 14, 2022 at 10:19 AM Everyone has the blues at time where ever it is you sit - creatively written. Hugs and blessings, Jennifer.

Gershon Wolf January 13, 2022 at 6:12 PM Last line's a winner! Smiles, Gershon