June 15, 2020; I had been breaking up/cutting branches in the yard and bagging them.
Stack,
Cut,
Break,
Repeat.
Put it in a pile, make it all neat.
Stack,
Cut,
Break,
Repeat.
Bunch them all up, this is no easy feat.
Hurry, hurry, your time is a w a s t i n g,
Stack,
Cut,
Break,
Repeat.
Put the sticks in bags, quick, move your feet!
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Mind {Prose Vol. 2}✔
Poetry❝In my mind, there is pain. I am exhausted. I feel defeat from my hair tips to my feet- my body feels the stress weighing down on my shoulders. I try and try every day, but nothing seems to go my way. In my mind, there is pain, yet I try because one...
