World Weary

Bitch-on-bitch violence,
And a forest of new diagnoses and recommendations,
And changes in employment administration…

The world is heavy on my shoulders,
And the weariness just grows.
My mind is spasming, experiencing writer’s block throes.

I cannot breathe,
And yet each breath responds to subtle control.
Food no longer has a priority.

Stop the world.
I want to get off.
Atlas needs to shrug.

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