Running on this hamster wheel,
the tongue starts to feel cold.

When will saying everything
we think
start feeling old?

We’d start our trek
to see the fire
flying in the sky.

The overwhelm encompassed
by the empty in our eyes.

We’d take it out on one another,
thinking this is wrong.
But maybe we just needed plans
for road trips that are long.

Aware everyone experiences at
Different times, but there’s a clear
Divide between who has experienced the
Interpersonal turmoil of a loss that
Changes the fibers of your life and being,
Thoughtless others who will eventually see
I wasn’t sensitive or cold,
Only grieving a thing I wish they
Never had to understand, but will.

I want everyone to leave me the **** alone