Crumpled

Sometimes it's hard to know,
So I just try and do it,
Even though there's no juice left,
Just put one foot in front of the other,
But anyway, there's a shirt on the bed,
Crumpled up, unironed for months,
My crusty eyes letting the light in,
Crust upon crust,
Duvet and pillow turning yellow,
Two trousers on the floor, crumpled,
We'll try again later

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

There appears to be a problem here on mustering up the energy to focus on day to day issues. That often comes with depression. There is a willingness here to try fighting a let's do later, and the latter appears to be winning. Yellow bedclothes through overuse aren't very enticing. From a small poem, I have gleaned quite a bit about your day to day. Keep writing. It is good to focus on something and build it up.

Chris

[KaplanKop]

Very therepautic commentary!

[Chris Shaw]

It was good to read you.

[John the Baptist]

If the bedbugs start leaving, you might think about calling room service.