
Typewriter Series #2693 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Sometimes it’s just so much
and my mind soaks it
like a sponge, carries twice
its weight and leaks the excess
back into me.
Sometimes I cannot hold it all,
not enough arms or fingers
and sometimes there are
too many plates to keep spinning.
Sometimes I am worn out and tired
and numb from the constant
hum of noise in my mind.
Sometimes I just want a little
insulation from the buzz
of it, the constant hive song
that seems to fill every
moment.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
Published on August 11, 2019 18:20