Forever Delayed
Forever delayed
I feel like I am a thousand years old.
I am running on empty, overload.
Back aches, legs ache,
Arms ache, head-aches.
My brain is tired,
I am going to get fired,
Or find a way,
For death to be,
Forever delayed.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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