I always wanted more than this
Than this house
Than these clothes
Than this job
Than this life
I wanted more than this
To be more than I am
As the years have gone by I have fallen in safety and trapping myself in complacency
Now I am here in this
In the same town
In the same clothes I've worn since middle school
In this starter job
In this life
I'm well past stuck
I'm coming to realize that I can't have more
There is no more than here
There is only this
This longing
Hoping
Dreaming
All it does is torment me
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Musings on Life from a Dead Girl
Poetry#2 in poetry July 2024 Poetry about the life of a girl.
