English

Sage Conrad

26 May, 15:15

Is there any form of figurative Language In this Poem?

The sun did not shine,

It was too wet to play,

So I sat in my bed

For day after day.

So I stared at the ceiling

I stared at the wall

And deep down inside me

There was nothing at all

No anger, no fury

No happy or glad

Just a big fat old nothing

That was nothing but sad

I called up a doctor

To say I felt blue

He said "There's not much

That medicine can do;

I'll give you these pills that

stop you sleeping right"

So I stared at the wall

For a day and a night.

My friends said "cheer up,

You have to be tough"

In the end I decided

That I'd had enough