Today is a day
I can’t lift my head.
It’s not that I don’t
want to see, not
anything I can
no longer stand.
I can’t lift my head
because it has grown
too heavy from
rejections, pressures,
memories forgotten.
My neck, once strong
with rebellion, is
now brittle with
skepticism, defeat.
It’s not that I don’t
want to see, not
anything I can
no longer stand.
I can’t lift my head
because it has grown
too heavy from
rejections, pressures,
memories forgotten.
My neck, once strong
with rebellion, is
now brittle with
skepticism, defeat.
Someone please get me a pillow.
1/19/11
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