We double over...
Curse of the weighty tombstone
tolling upon our backs.

We mull over...
If the string was pulled too taut;
If it deserved more slack.

We pretend to get over...
While we go to sleep
on a bed of scattered tacks.

Tomorrow will see us
keeling over...
Unfound...
Undiscovered...
Hidden along uncharted tracks.

Over

Jun 5, 2026

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michael-murphy

"a bed of scattered tacks". Now that is brilliant!

Pauline_Morris

Love this poem,  the ending is how I feel about every tomorrow.

toreinss-pinwinkel-iii

InvertedSmile

;-;your poetry makes da grilsl throw panties at the stage, donut? 
Idk if these uncharted tracks are so bad, so long as you're there I'm coming!
*steps on another tac*

anushka

removed.-87up

Rich with emotion, this is, ryn... your write so authentically, so honestly, which is admirable. This is so resonating; I relate to the feelings within.

WayofBetania

wwhoelbling