Rainy day shoes 


Sometimes I feel like I’m suffocating 

Slowly drowning in the shallows I’ve been wading 


Like someone pulled the plug on my fun and I got caught in the currents. 


Sometimes I feel like I’m expiring

Time stamped on my forehead 

A date worth desiring 


Some days I just don’t want to be happy 


Wake up with a fake smile in my latte cup

Drink up 

Day drink 

Can’t sleep

Wanna fall apart

Don’t speak 

Cease to exist

And blow away with the breeze 



They’re for the birds 

Every one has me feeling like I’m perpetually two thirds

Like a piece is missing 

Goodbye kissing 

Always losing 

Never winning 


Second rate 

Fifteenth place 

I heard the shot 

And froze in place 


Concrete shoes 

Made for running 

But it’s okay 

Because she’s stunning 


Hide the flaws 

Beneath a coat of fake paint 

Face paint 

Hide your fears

Dry your tears 

pretend you’re a saint 


You’ve got to be okay 


Not a cloud in sight 

But somehow overcast grey 

You know what they say 

Can’t get a rainbow 

Without a downpour of rain 


Boots. I need boots. 


Vibrant yellow

Perfect for perpetually rainy fellows 


It’s 10 am and I’m over today 

This poem won’t end

And I’ve got a headache 





Submitted: December 21, 2020

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Bert Broomberg

I enjoyed reading this. Well done.

Tue, December 22nd, 2020 2:54pm

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