2021/12/18 #poetry I made it through the day. It's almost time for sleep. I'm not sure I made any memories I want to keep. Things were really tough. The time wore on and on. It wasn't a nice day and I'm really glad it's gone. I may have had a chance to have something nice occur but instead I put it off. The whole thing is a blur. My head feels quite askew. My body's really sore. My ordeals have concluded and I hope there are no more.
Although this is just a rhyme and my day wasn't all that bad, when I read it over I genuinely feel mad.