Poetry

Words Feel Different

When I am stuffed with work,
I have more tasks than fingers,
I need to find some time to breathe,
And go to sleep dead tired
That’s when I find peace

When I’ve got nothing to do
I lay waste in my bed
Days just pass by with nothing new
And I stay awake so late
Is when I am most anxious

When did words
Start to feel so different
From what they meant?

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