A bad day

iaian7 » blog » poetry John Einselen, 20.07.06

a bad day,
maybe a year.

as the trees bud,
and bloom,
and leaves grow
dark and green.

I find the longer days,
are feeling short.
and the eyes are hanging dull.

and as the traffic flows,
and ebbs and weaves.
and coats are welcomed,
yet again.

a bad day,
maybe a year.
oh the trials, and woes, and pains.

surely a person grows,
digs deep.
their will strengthened,
and arms holding fast.

a bad day,
perhaps just in my head,
and so, never ending.