Running Myself Into the Ground
I’ve kind of given up on sleeping.
More relaxing to watch
lazy pen shadows,
strokes drawn slowly by flashlight
on a silent Monday morning
when all I can think about
is how hungry I am
for everything:
love, food, comfort, companionship.
I close my eyes
but what’s the use?
I’m running myself into the ground
and nothing can save me.
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