Triangle of Meadows
It’s utterly exhausting
With feelings, so intense
My peace is what it’s costing
And that’s a tall expense
My mind is lined with echoes
Relentlessly recurring
A triangle of shallow meadows
Repeatedly deterring
I dwell among the untamed weeds
Listening for whispers
Of those who need for me to grieve
A damaged, loving, drifter
I absorb their sorrow, as though my own
The pain accumulates
Their fears and mine, frame me a home
A darkly sad estate
Drug, addiction, gift or illness
Part of my DNA
It doesn’t provide my self fulfillment
Though, it occurs to me, some think
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