Subimal Sinha-Roy Poet Rhyme

That's What Sucks

In the static snarling evening traffic,
when in jam I get perennially stuck,
my tense senses get so very sick, 
that’s what sucks.

When I bear with people I don’t like,
I feel I’m stuck in a marsh of muck,
a compromise chord I need to strike,
that’s what sucks.

When a friend borrows money from me,
doesn’t come back to return even a buck,
for he disappears, his face I don’t see,
that’s what sucks.

When your blooming garden I pass by,
but for you a rose I can’t pluck,
reason you don’t tell, I don’t know why,
that’s what sucks.

I try to reach and win your heart,
it drifts away, I run out of my luck,
love is lost, I can’t make a fresh start,
that’s what sucks.

August 12, 2020
Contest : It Sucks
Sponsor : Kai Michael Nreumann

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Sigrid Ermine August 12, 2020 at 4:42 AM Hold the phones! This is sharp, snappy, has a point or three to get across. Very cool. Definite winner.