I Can Cope With All This Solitude. Poem by Peter Vealey

I Can Cope With All This Solitude.



I can cope with all this solitude,
Or survive the virus.
Yesterday.
I was tired physically.
From worry breaking sleep.
And the day passed,
Without pleasure.
Only anxiety and panic,
Starting to struggle.

Monday, December 7, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: depression
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Cowboy Ron Williams 07 December 2020

Keep on coping; don't be moping.

0 0 Reply
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success