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Present Tensed

The misery that never sleeps.
Runs on the churn in your head.
Can’t be turned off until you’re dead.

You don’t deserve this.
Nobody does. Nobody wins
In the state you are in.

Peel it back.
Talk and talk.
It’s there, no matter how far you walk.

A state of being
So painful and persistent.
Riding on waves of sorrow and resentment.

A pill for this.
A bored therapist punching the clock.
Nothing helps, not even a shock.

Wires and joules.
Spark up and course through your brain.
But you end up feeling the same.

It’s okay. It’s alright.
The struggle is real
Because to live is to suffer, to feel.

There aren’t guarantees.
Wouldn’t matter if there were, as you know.
The misery follows, wherever you go.

© 2022 Jeff E. Brown. All rights reserved.

By jebrownwriter

Houston, TX-based Writer and Photographer. Proud pet rescuer who spends nearly all his money on them.

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