White hot cold pain burned up through days of thin soled boots.
Swinging the door open.
Insides screaming but no one hears.
Bustle and hustle.
Let it go..down.
Just too many long days lately and some really tough stuff.
Maybe I'll get some better sleeping pills this time.
Get on with it.
Put on a normal face.
While you burn red hot cold inside, acid and lye.
Grimace with the bitter taste of coffee and hurry to your grave.
Gotta get out of this place.
Not today but soon.
Too old, too unknown, crumpled, crushed.
Behind the line.
No one sees.
Just one more day.
About the Creator
Marie Bar
Trying to regroup and survive through the pandemic with a positive outlook and outcome.
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