I lay down on my bed, facing the ceiling.
My thoughts are dealing
with problems, floating free,
but still part of me.
What's to do!
Must think things through
and make some decisions,
as there are collisions
within my brain.
It's so inane!
An answer, please,
something to ease
the hurting in my head.
So here on my bed,
I face the ceiling
with such a reeling, feeling.
But what is that?
Oh, drat!
The paper on my ceiling
is PEELING!
Take a breather, Love.....go do something nice for yourself....and just walk away from it all...for just one hour....
Very honest, Ernestine and strong rhyming punctuates. Well done.
Ernestine, that figures, one more thing to think about... great ending! ! Brian
You got me with this one. Here I was searching for worldly answers, and I got a big laugh instead. Just what I needed! Take care, Lori
A lovely twist at the end. Mine is tiled so I don't suffer with a peeling ceiling! Great poem. Andrew x
Humor in facing difficult times...how essential....just like friendship, Your friend, Uriah
Liked the opening rumination and how you misled the reader then brought us back to the mundane! Clever stuff! Justine
Who papers a ceiling? There's another question for you...Fun switch-up! -chuck
Peeling! God how I hate scraping! ... Very nice Ernestine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Ernestine Thankyou for sharing this, I hope that you find the strength, This is so strong in emotion and as always you say it so well, really connecting with the reader Love duncan X