Everything is falling inline
As if by heavenly design
Interference divine
In this life of mine
I’m taking it as a sign
That it’s my time to shine
I won’t be confined
My soul has been refined
I’ll drink my wine
As I dine
I don’t care how much you whine
You can be such a swine
About you, nothing is benign
So, I have to decline
That we combine
And redesign
I have a spine
I won’t pine
I’ll just lay here supine
And recline
On Cloud Nine
About the Creator
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The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (8)
Great piece!
Whoooo this one was great, M.C.! Felt like there was music behind it
great rhythm
Hehehehehehe the swine was my favourite part! Loved your poem!
Wonderful. That's it!
Enjoy the moment!
Love this 🌹🌹🌹🌹
What a wonderful poem!