This tumble-down swirl-you-down take-you-out
Throughout. Keeps shoulders tensed, back crinkled curved.
“Just want this to end” blank quiet-shout pout.
“Can’t take another day of this” mind swerved
To steal its rest from half-rendered daydreams
Of success, escape, romance, shaking off.
All tired: shoulders heart knees toes and schemes.
“What is the forward way? Please help me” soft
Oh never mind anymore, so it goes
“Just someone to talk to” in lusts implodes