after_they've_all_left
andrea overwhelmed by a disturbing edge
gnawing at my bones
i feel as though my world
will topple over & its contents
spill out if i don’t walk cautiously
what can i do to offset this
imbalance stewing in my soul?
the miles are what kill me
my legs weary & back not
strong enough to bear the
burden unwillingly placed upon it
a dozen faces linger on my eyelids
as the words pound their way into
my conscience & make me uneasy
i feel like i’ve been set up, exploited
put in the position to care & then have
it all ripped out of my hands before
i could fully determine the meaning
of all that has happened so far
like a game show there are losers
that go home empty-handed &
then winners that are loaded up
only to be screwed when they get home
which one am i?

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