Poetry

Guilty Consciences

So tired

but I can’t sleep,

so wired

and I can’t keep

doing that to you

’cause it’s doing this

to me,

driving me crazy

and warping my mind

though there’s nothing to find

in there,

you said all was fair

but the scales

seem off,

less just and more snare

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