365 Days of Poetry: Day Two-Hundred and Sixty-One

everything’s too complicated.
I can’t seem to work it out.
mind jaded, too many disappointments.
the fear is killing me.

need to focus on myself.
block the world away.
the work, the work is the thing.
and it’s not getting done.

you’re all comfortable enough.
I remember when I was.
it wasn’t so long ago.
but I left, and started the downward spiral.

have to hit rock bottom.
to rise up again.
is this it? how do I know?
nothing seems clear anymore.

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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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