I'm Turned Inside Out Poem by Mark Heathcote

Like cold wet laundry,
With nowhere to hang out
Or go to stop, crying…

It's the start of the weekend
It's a Friday night
And you've left me sinking,
You've left me in a cycle of tears.

Oh, how strange you aren't here
To look into my eyes
And dry my tears,
Change the cycle of all those other years.

As a single mother filled with rage
When I lived without you, baby
To free me from all my chains
Oh, I'm so sorry; I can heal and change.

Honey, give me another chance
We can work it out
Oh, I'm turned inside out
Like cold wet laundry,
With nowhere to hang out
Or go to stop, crying…

It's the start of the weekend
It's a Friday night
And you've left me here sinking,
You've left me in a cycle of tears.

Oh, how strange you aren't here
To look into my eyes
And dry my tears!