Poetry

Too, too.

written by: liavioleta

I'm at work

too shitty

to run the machine.

Day repeat

plus six for me.

Equals such

void familiarity.

Too much, too much,

too much reality.

Break free.

Rain, please,

stop please

do not cover

every inch

of my being.

Fleshy eyes

why, oh why?

No bee

has been

around me.

All work

play all.

Not for me.

Mess me up,

I'm feeling down

push me now.

Too much, too much,

too much, I'm down.

I'm through now.