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

AMW/BW/Whatever