Wake up early to prep the breakfast,
But it's never enough!
I go to work and barely rest,
Still it's never enough.
Only so many hours in one day,
I can't do the work of five that way.
But you pile on, and shovel more.
You never want me to say
That I'm weak, that I can't!
I love too much to rant.
But this is it.
Words I scream into sand,
"I'm tired, I'm done!"
I don't want to stay on level one!
There needs to be more.
More to life, something to live for.
This mundane cannot be all!
Dragons must be slain!
Castles must fall!
Maybe it's me.
Maybe I expect too much.
Maybe I lead us selfishly.
I should give up,
Give in.
Nothing will change,
This is the end.
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The 2023 Poetry Anthology
PoetryAn ongoing anthology of every poem I will write in 2023. A wide range of tones and subjects will be explored, from the silly to the saddening. Join me as I document this poetical journey through 2023.
