Day: December 22, 2020

• how low can we go?

  

  The low ebb is descending A rhyme from a pop song Reverberates the background It’s melodic chant daring her lower Tiredness all around    no respite Sleep deprivation increases the tome No good news    war    sickness No puppy dog tales   only poverty Take it to the chorus    litany of woe Shutters coming down Closing up shop…

  Susan Gallagher

  22 Dec 2020

  Poetic

  depression, eileen, songs