commute home
furrowed brow all the way
so tired
so frustrated
so
cranky
so
uncertain
so
not wanting to deal
so
bloated
mourning
too strong
grieving fits
but not perfectly
moping
makes me the victim
in a bratty way
why must I wait
will it come to me
will I go away
fed up
will I come back
hopeful again
ready to face
I don’t know
whatever
that is
anything
but
now
