I feel so bleak
I hate being weak
Under the weather
Not holding the reins
A cocktail of clichés
The day is sunny
But, isn’t it funny,
I’m hoping for rain
To wash the worries
Down the drain.
© 2018 Erna G.
I feel so bleak
I hate being weak
Under the weather
Not holding the reins
A cocktail of clichés
The day is sunny
But, isn’t it funny,
I’m hoping for rain
To wash the worries
Down the drain.
© 2018 Erna G.

I’m Erna — writer, poet, devoted cat lady, and a marketer who came to it the strange way, through stories. Slavic mythology sits at the heart of this space, alongside original poetry, book reviews, and honest writing about the creative life.
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