In Need Of Want

The days pass, the pain subsides by
the pills I swallow from time to time, and
my verbs give away too much of my soul,
such things are beyond my control.

I skim I read I want to need I
yearn I weep I’m cold, drained meat I
feel at times I can’t go on I
fear at times I’ll live too long I
read the headline, not the story, I
make things up if things are boring I
feel mostly nothing but the sun I
have few wants and fewer needs I
don’t want enough to succeed

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