journal · poetry

Bad Luck

There’s nothing left to
hope for
nothing here but my own
two feet
dragging me down
can’t seem to gain the solid ground
I’m drowning
I’m without purpose, rhyme,
or reason
yet still my heart keeps beating
bleating out
its tired song…
Won’t someone sing along?

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