franken-poetry

Stitched together from the dead:

Sometimes
I am overwhelmed
By all the things
I('d)

Ought to do
Need to do
Want to do
Love to do
Better do

This abundance
of life
Brings a death

Like coma
Like paralysis
Like sleeping in the snow

This faux-plenty
This false harvest
This empty bounty

I am spent
On the worthless
And left too poor
For the free