Sunday, July 23, 2017

A Bad Week (poem)

I know you're tired,
work's been hard,
unhappy people and long hours,
just needing to rest
but even your dreams are of work.

I wish I could take it all away,
put on your uniform
and give you some relief,
instead of trying to make home better,
only for work to haunt you.

Let me stay up all night,
if you could sleep all day.
I'll go get yelled at
if it'd give you peace and quiet,
but it won't.

So I'm sorry
for being able to do so little
about you doing so much.
Despite all the love I have for you,
I can only do so much.

-Zero

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