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
Copyright © Craig Bowden | Year Posted 2022
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