bleaker country


so tired of defending these borders alone
scaring intruders away with rusted farm tools
grabbing whatever has a long handle when i’m caught off guard
and i don’t understand
there’s nothing here
i even left a sign out front:
‘No food, no water,
silverware has already been stolen, staying until i die naturally’
it’s getting heavy
this yoke
and i don’t know what to do
nothing in the yard is sharp enough
my biceps have atrophied
trying to pull it off
God, show me what i’ve done
how have i invited this burden
and if it’s my fate to suffer it
show me the clearest path
but please
keep me from succumbing to starvation
don’t let me be drowned by this fluid in my lungs
have mercy on me
bring me matches to light the hearth
if i am to die on the cold, damp floor
because i surrender
i completely surrender
it’s too much
take it all, I can’t carry it anymore
i can barely lift a pen to write a new sign

(photo credit

Author: tendrilwise

Hi, I have a diploma in Journalism, I've published a novel, and I am currently studying psychology. My odd way of viewing the world either gets me kicked out of parties or invited to them. Jenn McKay

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