Morning Poetry 4th January 2016

new year
same old hassles
the arguments renew
a feeling of  despondency.
Pointless.

© Rachel Green 2016

the sky
like thin gruel in a pot
barely daylight

© Rachel Green 2016

she tries to make sense
of her conflicting emotions
a dichotomy of desires
gregarious and prolific
or curl up and die?

© Rachel Green 2016

I can feel
the black dog coming
hiding in the shadows
waiting to climb
inside my head
and shut down the controls

burning tears

© Rachel Green 2016

no more six word stories, please.

© Rachel Green 2016