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Nowhere To Go
by Joan Serratellii got up early
with very
high hopes
I took a shower
and did my hair
put a dress on
made coffee.
had breakfast
and took the
dog out
He, on the other hand
was already up
he had slept
all day
yesterday
and I did not
bother him once
It's pretty outside
and all I can do
is sit here
and cry
I've no place
to go
There's only so much time
one can surf the 'net
I'm tired,
I'm hurting
and I've no place
to go
I really tried
to leave him alone
yesterday he was sick
and I respected that
I did the laudry
feed the dog
took her out
cleaned her off
I made my own diner
no easy task
I did everything
I could
and got
not even a "thanks"
I need out
of here
but as you might know
I cannot drive
and I've no place
to go
I'm tired
of being alone
I'm tired
of doing
everything
I'm tired
of hurting
and crying
alone
but most of all
I need is
a place
I can go
04/18/2009 Author's Note: Yet another vent!
Posted on 04/18/2009
Copyright © 2026 Joan Serratelli
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/18/09 at 10:08 PM ...you gotta vent, i gotta vent, he, she, it needs to vent...i hear you, bring it to the light...good therapeutic write... |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 04/22/09 at 09:19 PM Everyone needs a place to go, this is very understandable -- reading it makes me very sad and I hope you find a place (even within yourself as someone else said) to find joy and peace. |
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