Washed Poem by Quinn Wilson

Washed



A long year
A longer month
And a week that seemed to blur.
A Saturday spent during chores,
Emotions washed off.
Like the perpetual tides that erode the shores of life,
Time has taken its toll.
The same monotony of life,
Tormenting its victim
Holding him hostage.
And all for
A ransom that can't be paid.

Thursday, October 3, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: emotions
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A walk to the mailbox on a rainy autumn evening, relieved the workday has gone. This was my third trip this week, still no court summons.
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