Sorry, We’re Closed

Another day, another end

Flip the “open” sign over,

So it reads,

“Sorry, we’re closed”

But the phone continues to ring

There is nothing on tv,

And I’m too lazy to cook tonight

Sometime an extremely easy,

And non-exciting day,

Can wear me out,

And leaving me looking,

Like 100 yr old floorboards

But I have so much left to do

So much I want to get done

But sometimes the laziness prevails

And I sulk to the couch,

With a cocktail and a notebook,

And I write line after line,

Filling the pages with garbage,

Which don’t make the slightest bit of sense,

Come early in the morning

© Dicky J Loweman 2015


The Runner

She ran through the forest

With heavy breaths and heart pounding

She ran until she could run no more

She collapsed by the big oak tree

She stared into the distance

And tried harder to distance herself

After a while she stood, than began running again

Never understanding why

Finally, so tired and thirsty

She laid by the river bank

Hoping a little rest would bring her strength

The strength to run again

Deeper into the woods

But the feelings didn’t subside

The images wouldn’t leave

She thought about running forever

Never realizing

She could never outrun


© Dicky J Loweman 2014