A Day. a poem by James Michaels

I feel the turbulence of my emotions literally in my stomach.
I feel overwhelmed by memories.
Today I awoke late.
I cried.
I watched far too much YouTube.
The day shrinks as the to-do list grows.
Life is frustrating.
I don’t like my apartment and its silence and its stagnant air.
The flowers outside bloom.
When will my winter turn to spring?

1 Comment

  1. Another poet here on Pedemic wrote this poem in response to your poem James.

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