Poetry

On

your time we are late like the spring weather.

Were moving slower than the breeze blowing through this area making the weather great.

I want to yell for you to wake up so we can get a move on it.

But, I feel like all you are doing is bringing  us all down and stress level is so high I feel like I could just burst any moment now from all the anger rocking inside my body.

Right now my temper is at the edge and I would love to just let it out or for it to go away and the calm of yesterday come over me again.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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