‘Oh, I see you’re limping away?’ *awkward pause as they wait for me to say* ‘How are you? You’re looking well?’ I deflect back, you don’t know my hell. Confused, they’re thrown. No gossip? Poor show. ‘What’s wrong?’, their patience expires. ‘Oh, just this long term thing’. I retire.
Tag: creative writing
Tired
People don’t appreciate how a comment or a dig,Can easily be the difference between a full night or no sleep.What may seem minor to you, can feel major to me,When your tired and worn out and suffering and weak. Why do the small hours pass so much quicker than a day?And you’re too tired to…