Monday 7th March 2022
for my life, I can’t remember a
time that I felt rested.
when I didn’t feel I was being
chased by the Elusive
That begs to come just when it all feels
like things might be working out again.
can’t just turn around and
tell it to do one
can’t twist my screw-on neck, laser eyes
glued to the way before
me – not that I can see for the short
sight anyway – good Grace,
damn sure someone’s got it in for me
making moves for me in the game I
don’t know. while I break my
spine trying to grow from it
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