Thursday, February 25, 2010

sometimes


sometimes it gets to me
the voices in my head
they win
they play me over
and over again
until I can't take it
I give in 
even when I know I shouldn't
I give in
because I'm tired
yet I smile
the smile is the 
only thing we
have to 
carry us through
smile at someone
hold a door
I'll do that tomorrow
when the test is done
when I can breathe again
and monday
sweet, sweet monday
a whole new game

the end

2 comments:

  1. So brilliant! I really think this is amazing! I would be truly honored if you gave your poetic advice on my blogs of poetry and follow them.

    Grant Guda
    The Wannabe Poet


    http://thehumanicana.blogspot.com/

    http://humanicanagold.blogspot.com/

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  2. Thank you and I'd be more than happy to read your poetry.

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