poem
sullen greetings, a yawn;
body reeks exhaustion,
i'm merely that brawn,
but there's an insinuation.
an instigated plea-
to help,
furnish the house decorum,
eyes glance to see her-mum.
stretch the entire expanse,
watches my cold stance,
carpets, the shade blue,
my brothers clothes hue,
scampered away
figured she'd say-
lazy.
mayhap i shouldn't eat,
a slack hand doesn't feed,
for now, so be it.
someone tumbles,
i hear lowly grumbles,
in my room crumpled.
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A/N: thanks for reading (: ❦ so much it's personal to someone special.
written: 30/10/14
Thursday night.