Season Change Approaching

Poetry

She yells until paint looks dull

I’m supposed to act a certain way

Accepting of things I don’t understand

Without question

This here ain’t no two way street and I get it

Cramped into a cube is me

Still thirsting for solitude for redemption, for reset

What do I get

Bag full of metal nail complaints…

Published by Edmond

Edmond is an INFJ layman writer, creating freestyle poetry as an outlet for his emotions for over thirty years. He can be reached at: Carolinawriter@protonmail.com

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