The Writers' Circle

Moji: I feel sad
Abigail: So do many of us

Moji: I cry myself to sleep
Abigail: What's so new about that

Moji: I can't sleep
Abigail: I heard you the first time

Moji: Inside I am as hollow as a drum
Abigail: Aren't we all?

Moji: Can't see clearly at night
Abigail: It's dark at that time of the day you know

Moji: Thanks for your help!
Abigail: You're welcome, anytime mate!.