Why do I do this to myself?
I know the time is coming
quick and hollow
like Christmas songs
before holiday cheer:
sickening and I don't realize
how disorienting it is
until it's too late and
Someone's already been trampled in Walmart
for presents they can't afford to buy.
That's where I am.
Stuck, between a hard place
and several worn soles.
I just can't force myself
to get this all finished.
I just can't force myself to begin.
I don't really know where to begin.
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