Heavy Day

I’m not giving up

My seat for anyone

Here on the train-

Head pounding

Soft on the brain,

Hard against skull.


Things swell up in

My chest, aches

And emotions, fears

And requests, no,

No regrets but

An after taste

As if I’d eaten

What I shouldn’t

But I haven’t-


Just worked through

The day and

Waited, wasting time,

For a new surge

Of energy, but

None arrives, only

More and more

Time to fill with

Weak hands

From an empty



[6th October]

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