Writing Resources from Fifteen Minutes of Fiction

moment's notice

my stress wraps around my neck
my pain lodges in the flank of my shoulder
my knee is stretched beyond it's limit
i walk with a limp
these feelings seem to like to linger,
like a scent of burning incense
that goes flat after a while
my thoughts escape me
i am tired,not of hunger
i am tired of starving
deprivation knows
what comes is let out
freedom is a choice, choose to live
choose to die ,choose to question
why,why,why,and miss out on the happenings of life
moments, examine before they flee
i am tired,tired of the moon

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