OvertimeA Poem by Cobblestone TravelerYou're just exhausted. Delirious. Is it worth it?
Crystallized mind behind these
tired eyes Victim of the slightest sporadic surprise Blinding white streaks of cHaOtIc CoNfUsIoN Across the screen of my static Distorted violation of *prickling crackles* Once-gathered thoughts reel forward and back Collections disrupted and s c a t t e r e d throughout Straining to grasp solidity through the ?doubt? Am I working to live? Or LIVING TO WORK Depletion of the hopeful heart the purpose of my birth
© 2017 Cobblestone TravelerAuthor's Note
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