11.19.23 11:55 am

A Poem by Hardesty

Daily poetry

Swallowing my loneliness.
Would love to play music,
But it would have to be acoustic
Since there is no-one to play with.

Darn.

Is this a poem?

I wrote it in pen.

So it has to be.

Time and time again.
So it goes...
Nothing to lose
Once again.
But bills don't pay themselves.
Give me that new, new
Without stress.

Without stress....

What an acomplishment.