And Stop
I haven’t worked in 18 months,
I don’t even write anymore.
This cough won’t leave my chest, and
My mind is so fucking sore.
I put all my eggs in one basket,
Was on a promise that never came.
I’m despaired and don’t know what to do,
Except hold myself to blame.
I look for love in all the wrong places,
Instead of letting it come to me.
My efforts are wasted on wanting,
I should be giving my love unto me.
My life has hit a big brick wall,
Without any view to the top.
And this, the first thing I’ve written,
Be better if everything just stopped.
By J. Barrett
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