Tired & Over It (Poem Year #28)

Tired & Over It
Plum Tired & Bacon Bits
Eye anchors ever heavying
The exhausting weight of possible futures

Slowly racing
Crawl pace, crawl pace, slow pace

Didn’t always need to onion
Didn’t know it would count
You’re the violet storm with clever clouds
I’m the loss of self

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