Dumb

I’ll write another dumb poem
With every other line a rhyme
Trying out big words
But when my cat gets close & tries to snuggle
My ceaseless worries melt aways a little
Her paws pawing her whiskers brushing my forehead
What’s the point?
Why even try when nothing will come of it.
I give up. I’m done.
Tommorow I’ll get on with this reality I’ve avoided.
Tommorow I’ll apply myself
To all the big names run by nobodies
I’ll move to a new city where the sun doesn’t glare so harsh
I’ll walk the streets alone with everybody else
My cat she’ll wait for me to come home so she can snuggle up against me.
And I’ll forget all over again why I’m even here.

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