Modern Triads

Fatigue wears like an old belt strap
Still I can
Still I am
Still I want
Cramp in back every single lap
Still I try
Still I push
Still I pant
Eyelids droop as the drug takes hold
Still I write
Still I think
Still I sigh
Mischief smiles as the wiles make bold
Still I care
Still I shake
Still I cry
Empty sky as I lose the stars
Still I seek
Still I search
Still I long
Jupiter sparkling outshines mars
Still I turn
Still I spin;
Still I’m wrong.

more work in progress.

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