Poetry

Pity Party

Why do you lay there? Trapped in the filth?
Among the dust, and the spiders, and the mice?
Pat on the back, effort so nice,
Why wallow, and wiggle, and squirm in the dirt
You refuse to free yourself from?
Brush off your knees, straighten your tie
Stand up so tall, look straight in the eye
If ever was ever, now is the time

©Hannah Truelove

Why do you lay there? Trapped in the filth?
Among the dust, and the spiders, and the mice?
Pat on the back, effort so nice,
Why wallow, and wiggle, and squirm in the dirt
You refuse to free yourself from?
Brush off your knees, straighten your tie
Stand up so tall, look straight in the eye
If ever was ever, now is the time

©Hannah Truelove


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