Screaming…
written by: Rebecca Collins
My words run dry
Under the press of productivity –
Today I deliver nothing
Eking out a space for rest –
Dwelling in despair for
Seeking rejuvination.
Culled, my audience becomes –
Resenting my recuperation –
Ever demanding more,
Accepting no respite,
Missing you is no longer my burden.
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