LIFE IS A CONSTRUCTION SITE
Creative output is dry.
My mind feels like it
unravels
a little more each day.
I feel my body is falling apart
Never healthy, never strong.
My teeth rot in my mouth –
no matter what I do.
This feeling of stuck,
of gloom,
of clouds blocking the sun,
of moving / but not going forward,
can never disappear for too long.
So I waste another day
doing nothing,
breath in more smog
from the LA air,
turn up the happiest
music I can find,
and feel my chest
squeeze a little tighter.
Copyright 2010 Oren Peleg
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