365 Days of Poetry: Day Two-Hundred and Eighty-Four

the taint remains the same.
all brains prefer to play their games.
exhaustion, time to hit the floor.
go out, beg, scream for more.

inspiration bleeds so dry.
falling from wheels in the sky.
soak the mind in tears and find.
no ties bind beyond the lies.

letting go, no more the end.
powered by the loss of friends.
one more day, tried at least.
rejection coming, an eternal beast.

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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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