I’ll Go Crazy

Talking to myself is becoming a regular

because I don’t have time

to write

and the small second before I battle

my heart

to slug along like it isn’t being chased

and to let me be tired

I’ve spent reading Oscar Wilde

in increments

longing for a pen full of ink

and paper I can’t afford.

 

I need this more

than I thought I did.

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