Justin Aptaker Poet Rhyme

Grown

i've grown weary
of this story
growing
weary
of this frame
oh so weary
of this cosmos
in which I got this name

and I can't remember why I came

I'm fearful for the leaving
can't seem to quit the game
oh how I love this loathsome body
I carry with me night and day

and when I look into the mirror
I see a stranger face

sweet solace sought in speaking
my wearisome refrain
no rest foreseen in sleeping
if I must wake again
in lukewarm purgatory
on waves that toss and strain
in sitcoms just repeating
weary lines and jokes again

and again

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