Locked. A poem by Siobhan Atkins

If I could keep all at bay
then I’d feel better, I would say
Tired of being grateful for the day
No hun, I’m not okay

Missing my friends, well really just one
Who burns as brightly as the sun
And makes me laugh and makes me cum
Without our life I’m quite undone

Of course the little birds still tweet
And we have got enough to eat
But how I long to escape this street
To see my beau on whom I’m sweet

It’s more than this but you’ll not know
As I continue the outward show
That all is well while I am low
Guilty for these sorrows I sow

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