Grouchy Poetry Day

Be warned: it's grouchy poetry day. My poetry isn't especially good when I'm in a happy mood. But mix one part Monday, 5 hours of sleep, PMS and cold feet and what you get is even worse than usual...

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It's hard to go around the next corner
when each turn seems to take me
further away from where I want to be.

I thought you were right behind me
but somehow you got ahead
and now you're completely out of sight.

If you are going to keep on lying to me
stick the blade straight in and twist
fast so dying comes before I can think.