Nag
Feeling trapped and alone
Fed up of being home
No one listens anymore
I feel like such a bore
All I do is nag
I need a punching bag
Constant reminders
Where's our silver liner?
Half finished jobs
Me and my big gob
Courses to finish
I can see you grimace
It wasn't meant to be like this
I envisaged bliss
Reminiscing the good times
Longing for our pastimes
Copyright © Samantha Parkin | Year Posted 2018
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