Poetry

Today could

Be different, though. It feels the same.

As I sit here watching different people talk and wonder why didn’t I know this and what I will do now.

Will I make some changes, or will all the words I wrote collect dust.

If I keep ignoring the signs, I will always be stuck at the turn. Wishing there was more I could do.

Wishing you would have said more to me and not. I know you never cared.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes