You May Want to Stop Back Later

Don't mind me. I'm just out of sorts.
I cannot even tell you why. Is it the hail
That's coming down? The rain which
Never seems to end? The heart which
Leaves me breathless, sweating? Being
Stuck within a nation of uneducated
Dolts? I see no good in anything.
There's no place I would like to go.
I know of no activity which has any
Appeal to me. I'd sleep, but I've become
Too crabby. I'm just stuck here,
Pounding keys malignly, out of sorts.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-04-19 at 13:49

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Been there. Sometimes nothing gives you pleasure. Nicely expressed.

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
I've known days like that. Hope it gets better.

At times I feel the same, Larry.

KYREUS of Sweden The PoetBay support member heart!
Being a human
is a sticky thang.

Living in an area that us famed for its rainy weather I can state with some surety that constant rain is miserable making stuff. Then again someday I too get stuck in a crabby irk. From one misery to another. ..Hail! A salute...not acknowledgement of weather!