I want to write my pregnant mind out
but my barren stomach is howling for me
to find a snack to pass the time
or make this lackluster moment
a bit more intoxicated
but no matter what i consume or breathe
this moment will just be as it seem
a space in time that continues, belated
a vomit of thoughts, worries and a breeze
of life as i know it, with not much to lose
the accumulation of hitting snooze
day after day til this wood is whittled down
with specs of stars thrown upon my cieling
this rhyme couldn't be without meaning.
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