Very Bad Archive
Depressed
Andrea Boodro
The music was up
The singer shouted “’sup?”
I lay on my bed
With the pillow on my head
What a horrible day
Just to have to stay
At home and alone
All I could do was moan
I peered down at the street
Hoping there’d be someone to meet
Alas, there was no one
I guess I was all done
So I went back to bed
And rested my head
And turned the music down
Until there wasn’t a sound
Soon I fell asleep
With out a weep
Perhaps tomorrow will be better
Andrea Boodro has published since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Andrea's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Andrea's latest works: