burnout
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into the mirror i dare to lookthe frame of dust is shoddy and molderingi search again for imperfections i've memorized.i know where each one is and what each one looks likebut this time, i think something will change.
Passion is a foreign exchange student
In the boarding school of my mind
She danced through the gates
Swayed through the halls
Told me things
I'll always recall
Passion is the lover
Picking petals off English daisies
Never felt this lazy
Sitting beneath autumn-colored trees
The view is shady
Watching friends frolic, dogs crashing into piled leaves
My mind is hazy
My professor wants me to analyze a poem
And why at the end there are two
Enjambèd lines with only one word.
Who wants to tell this idiot
Can I bring my eyes out of my face and clean them
Smooth away the exhaustive rattling
Of a hamster’s wheel
Around and around goes the year
Have you ever held a child as she cried?Have you ever hated knowing why?
There are many monsters to be slain
So many innocents to be reclaimed.
Laying like a corpse,
Dawn of a new day,
Familiar sinking feeling,
Feeling full of dread.
Struggling to get up,
Herculean in effort,
The emptyiness is familiar,
Head for the shower.
I look back at pictures of our childhood,
sweet grass in the curls of your chocolate hair,
bright silver eyes that pierce the soul,
pale skin, sunburnt by the constant sun of summertime,
