light my wick

My mind, it fogs

like my restless eyes as they

carry the weight of the mess that I…

 

I can’t write nor read nor run nor dream.

Empty. Incapable. I am empty, and incapable

of achieving anything more than existence.

Light my wick.

Feed my callous palms a walking

stick.

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