Exhaustion

There isn’t enough
in me
to sun the green
or water the root,
not enough
in me
to find the sky
or rest my bough.
I am done,
ever so done,
already
always done.

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About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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