Mundane

Mundane

 

James settled in,

He’d been in a string

Of mundane

afternoons.

Every channel was the same,

So were the cartoons.

He played a drinking game

With his shadow

And with every swallow

His desperation grew.

In the air lingered a question,

Though zero indication,

He wondered- does she love me too?

Reviews

[Distantview123]

Inventive use of language, and yes, I can identify with this write! Well penned. ~ Robert.

[s y e]

Like BR said; we've all been there. This is another great write, Inda.

~ Noodle.

[Inda]

Thanks! :)

[Baby Ricochet]

We've all been there. Good one

[Inda]

Thanks Ricochet

[quinfinn]

oh dear, i have been to this bar,,,,there is rote and boring tv and no female bartenders to pique your interest. damn, this is good poetry!

[Inda]

Thanks, means a lot!