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
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Posted in: Poetry
danielleriggens
January 23, 2013
A gift for thought is rare and beautiful.
Darren Greenidge
January 23, 2013
It is indeed…
danielleriggens
January 28, 2013
I have woken up in the wee hours with a thought to help others.
It is hard to return to sleep.
My friends often look at me as though I from another Planet.
🙂
I love your Work.
Darren Greenidge
February 5, 2013
Sorry for the late replies here. Crazy laptop problems. Yeah, I was the same last night. never slept a wink and was wandering around a little lost! You have to do what makes you happy and if it’s helping others then you do that. As long as your heart is true you’ll be fine. Bless you.