She entered in the room;
Slammed the briefcase;
Sat on the bed;
And meanwhile was checking options
For another place;
(After two hours)
She entered in the room;
Slammed the briefcase;
Sat on the bed;
and meanwhile was checking options
For another place;
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Comments4
Frustration in this poem that continues with no change. A poem that makes a point that effort sometimes doesn't matter. Well done
It was written long time ago. I was very on the edge back then and very restless. Thank you for taking time and reading it.
A sense of frustration struggling to settle, enjoyed the read
Excellent.
Thank you dear.
Reminds me of someone being thrown around in buisness. Not knowing where you will stay, or how you will get there. Lol. Nice write.
Thank you for reading it and for the reply.
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