24
not long
or so I’m told,
it’s lonely,
cold,
eventually
bad days,
worse days,
of being tired,
worn, frayed,
is it this?
can we,
anyone,
can we live,
I’m the game,
lives lost without saving,
glitter fades away
souls in corners
wet eyes, dry cheeks,
it reeks, the pain,
as it fills lungs,
chests, what good
what good
is this mind
when it is own by mine,
the opportunity wasted
in the corner,
so many players,
peace, please,
tired, so tired,
please