When I fall in my place
When the thoughts stop I realise how little I sleep every day when I stop eating I realise how little I need when I stop wanting I realise that that is all I need when everyone leaves I realise I have no home when I cannot sing I recall the time cats circled my feet and when I can no longer breathe I realise this was all too much for me.
The poet traipses on mournful grounds. In this poem the speaker exhibits how helpless and overwhelmed they feel. Published date:
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