It’s been a long week.
Spouse is working and sleeping,
unable to do
little else,
and talk of the nation
failing to upkeep
the morals
and notions
held so foundly
in the days
of our fathers.
Children raised
with parents
who are still little more
than children themselves.
A world in choas.
Rumors of war.
Rumors of
an end.
But it’s been a long week.
I miss my spouse,
I’m alone in my house,
And something feels sick
in my heart.
in my heart.
Author T.S. Lowe 