I don't want to keep feeling this way,
This cycle of insanity
Where we're never content
And we can't fully rest.
We're thinking about the next thing,
How about what's now?
It's got me thinking,
Is this all the how?
How to live?
This never-ending cycle,
Of work, eat, and sleep.
How about the "Hi?"
Or how about "hello?"
I guess it's just me,
Just me,
Stuck on my own.
No time to really live,
To just feel fine,
I never really liked
A cup of wine
That took so long
To make,
Let's say that I can't wait.
I want to live
And be free,
Not just on some days.
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War Underneath
PoetryWords and thoughts about things that are fought within the heart, soul, and mind. The flesh is weak, but the spirit is willing; And the dog you choose to feed will win. ~~~~~ Author Note: I will warn you that words can wield just like a sword and t...
