A hunger for change
Has filled me with a switch.
Nothing seems to stop moving.
Now I am but dizzy
And tired.
Breathing is a labored exercise
When light feels heavy.
My chest will rise and fall
It’s like a dynasty that way
It won’t last.
Why does thirst rule me?
My Saharan mouth is disgusting.
I just want to roll over again
And watch mirages like movies
Wait for me.
Minutes turn to memories
And sweat has moistened my soul.
I am battling a sickness
Undeserving of the syringe.
Again I’ll stand.
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