PMS


PMS
Then that time
of the month
It rolls around again
Like clockwork
and my brain starts to drift
my priorities mixed
A week before it visits
My will to be me
slowly fades
And I cocoon
Don’t wake me up
Until afternoon
Geez get a grip
Not so easy
Emotions overflow
Like clockwork
It rolls around again
…Wasn’t this bad ten years ago
· LRD · April 2019
From the collection: All Poems ∆ Life’s Journey
