Cycle continues
Jeans slide off hips
Money not spent
Self-isolation
Going downwards.
Darkness growing
Bit by bit
Everyday.
Winter coming
Promising harsh one
Mentally/physically.
Not sure
Where I'm at
Come springtime.
Want off
This merry-go-round
Life has become.
Not suicidal
Just tired
Need change
Can't afford its bill.
Sigh.
Therisa © 2018
Author's note: Conscious word of thought poem, for the wee hours of October 15th. Total time, including author's note, 30 minutes.
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