365 Days of Poetry: Day Two-Hundred and Two

I am not awake.
and I am not alright.
my head hurts from crying.
I can’t hold you tight.
no words am I made of.
there’s no passing of bucks.
the past entertains me.
there’s no sense in luck.

errant explosions.
worth no more than shit.
the hurt is not done.
can’t get over it.
fresh face, fresh life.
persistence is key.
and one day we will fly.
right over the sea.


About June Faramore

Writer of fantasy, mainstream, and young adult fiction. Poet and sketcher. Mother. I read a lot and love cheese. Guitar playing singer-songwriter. I also enjoy stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. View all posts by June Faramore

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