Tired of
an empty self,
of a vacant bed,
of pots of coffee,
bottles of whiskey,
cigarette butts,
ash stains on clothes,
burn marks on my arm,
spinning rooms,
swallowing drugs,
wallowing in sorrow.
Tired of the commotion
on the streets
The commotion in
my mind
my mind
my mind
6 May 2014
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