My feet ache
the weigth on my back is catching up to me
my legs are trembling
my calves burning like the flames of my lavender soy candle
my arms hanging longer that a giraffs neck as I drag them behind me
I want to sleep more than ever
to lay down where I stand
toes in the sand
wind in my greasy un washed hair
let the waves wash me over
and erase me like a name written in the sand
YOU ARE READING
I write through my eyes
PoetryHow easy for you to break an un breakable spell, how easy to live after death. The rich get famous and easily more, the broke work harder and get nothing at all. How easy to break an unbreakable spell...
