poemetry

2020-6-9

i want my life
to be my life,
not the plaything
of my memories
and history
and pain.
i want to live,
not exist.
i want to feel,
not endure.
i want my life
to be lived.
i’m so tired
of watching
day follow day,
and i still sit,
waiting
waiting
waiting to live.
i wish i knew
who to blame.

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