Tepid
Everything is overwhelming
And crushes me like the
weight
Of a billion worlds on my
spine
Because that’s what it
feels like, sometimes.
Words, they camp out in my
mouth,
And refuse to step an inch
out,
Or they come out as timid
whispers,
And mumbles, light speed.
Nothing I can do about it.
Forever and onward
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