Posted on Dec 22, 2012


Weaker than a kitten
she does feel
Not feeling good
very ill
Just wants to sleep
for the rest of the day
No energy
to go out and play

So much to do
and little time
Drained completely
even though she tries
No-one there
to care for her
As she lays back
her stomach churns

Oh for a drink
with a spark of life
Maybe then
she could feel high
But there she lays
feeling sorry for herself
This her way
until she gets well

Posted in: Poetry