by zoey Globe (novimatrem.uk)

Released: 14/July/2023

Recently, after getting into reading more, (currently working my way through Jam by Yahtzee Croshaw again- no spoilers, Iā€™ve read it before but I forgot what happened), Iā€™ve thought that I needed to practice my writing, in various ways, more often. A poem is somewhat unrelated, but it was the first thing of these endeavours that I could publish.

(Feel free to read it aloud, if youā€™re alone. Works better that way.)


A ring, and a knock on the door, it arrives,
Followed by efforts, punctuated by sighs,
A creaking wood doesnā€™t help with the struggle,
nor the lacking of others, itā€™s always just trouble.

Itā€™s not unexpected, but rather the task,
is more than enough, for one quite so vast.

With a few toughness filled steps she has risen,
hoping delays would just be forgiven.

Making her slow way across the hard floor,
she reaches a paw to the patterned white door.

Itā€™s not to her shock, sheā€™s more unsurprised,
that her package has gone, nobody in sight.

Sheā€™s used to the fact, that nobody will wait,
nor have patience for those who carry such weight.


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