Drainers
Who pulled my plug? Who turned my light off?
Two days of darkness just from one day’s work.
Moving trough concrete, life should be easy.
Someone’s at home, but the lights are all out.
A draining conversation in the pool, about world news.
Skull in a vice grip, inside sounds like a broken fridge.
Every second and every day has to be paced.
Who drained me? Do you want to swap? No?
Well shut up.
copyright Samantha Henthorn 2017
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Welcome! Thanks for visiting my author blog. I write every day, I read every day, so we most likely have lots in common! I currently have seven books available on Amazon '1962', 'Piccalilly' 'Quirky Tales to Make Your Day' and the Curmudgeon Avenue series.
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