Pray to me on your darkest days
When everything is keeling over
Stretched too thin to even make my memory work
"Time is too much", you say.
I'm not sure if you speak of the cost
Or how much has passed
I agree nevertheless
And as you kneel to the clock
Knees bent and arms drooping
Carry the weight of my sins
Just as I carried yours
But that's too much for you
I understand
Ticking boundaries with
Deadlines on the table
You can't handle too much
Of a good thing
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The Poetry Collection ♡ Republished
PoetryA soulful recollection and philosophies on life from a young, femme, punk poet. Poems ranging from when I was still in school, moving out, exploring the world for the first time, moving through the years, until now, being an independent artist and b...
