Poetry

I quite

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Wish I could escape from this place and that they would forget me.

I know I’m nice and good at what I do but there comes a moment in my life when I just can’t do it anymore.

I feel myself slipping and even as the new year as arrive it is the same things still coming my way.

I may be happy and excited outside of this place but as they keep knocking at my walls of protection.

I feel the slipping down and the so called support for me is no where to be seen at this point.

And so I say forget it and move on for I know it’s not worth complaining about because it’s like talking to a brick wall who can’t seem to help himself at this point.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2020 By Deirdre Stokes