Grown

i’ve grown weary
of this story
growing
weary
of this frame
oh so weary
of this cosmos
in which I got this name

and I can’t remember why I came

I’m fearful for the leaving
can’t seem to quit the game
oh how I love this loathsome body
I carry with me night and day

and when I look into the mirror
I see a stranger face

sweet solace sought in speaking
my wearisome refrain
no rest foreseen in sleeping
if I must wake again
in lukewarm purgatory
on waves that toss and strain
in sitcoms just repeating
weary lines and jokes again

and again 

I’ve grown weary

of this story

growing

weary

of this frame

oh so weary

of this cosmos

in which I got this name

and I can’t remember why I came

I’m fearful for the leaving

can’t seem to quit the game

oh how I love this loathsome body

I carry with me night and day

and when I look into the mirror

I see a stranger face

sweet solace sought in speaking

my wearisome refrain

no rest foreseen in sleeping

if I must wake again

in lukewarm purgatory

on waves that toss and strain

in sitcoms just repeating

weary lines and jokes again

and again

~ justin aptaker, 1/6/2018

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