Did you ever have those moments when you have to spend time with someone you really did not feel like spending time with? I won't judge you for whatever reason it may be. But, I had that moment and I was not able to get away from it. Anyway, "The Week" is a poem I dedicate for those uncomfortable moments. Come and read...
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My feet are dreading these days to come
when the moon finally meets the sun.
Water just got so close to that boiling oil,
so now everything seemed out in toil
My sweat is pouring like the rain in noon
like listening to a guitar so out of tune;
like eating bread without a cup of coffee,
and like showering without your towel to dry you free.
The bliss of comfort is very far from my reach,
my throat is dry and scratchy to even preach.
Every nerve in my skin is tingling wild,
crying freedom from this caging hive.
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