I ❤ poetry

This is one of these days,
when the sun annoys me,
but rain would, too;
when I am restless
but don’t want to move;
when my job is no fun at all,
and my home office makes me feel like climbing the wall;
when I don’t want to be alone,
but can’t pick up the phone;
when I scroll aimlessly through websites,
but nothing I buy makes me smile;
when I just know these feelings are there,
but I can’t seem to really care.

So I sit on my balcony
wishing for rain to pound on the windows,
writing silly poems
and counting the clouds
only to notice
that words are cleansing,
and the aimlessness is clearing my mind.