Not long ago, I'd run for fun.
Now I am weighed down by a ton.
I'm stuck here trying to move on.
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These days, I am often too stressed.
The air is heavy as my chest.
Thanks to a morose pressure test.
Think of its official-ness in jest.
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'Twas a nightmare born from sickness.
Most days, I wish I'd had a witness.
I'd never met with such malice.
It seems I'll have to grow callous.
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Grains of Graphite Book 1
PoetryGrains of Graphite is a North American poetry collection focusing on a wide range of emotions, many of which are intimate.