Drained
I feel drained like a tree or plant without rain.
I dislike crowded places to me it’s a royal pain.
No need to explain the complexities of this brain.
Poetry I say to thee, who dare to question why
I refrain from answering dumb questions about the way I am or the way I feel. To be real I’m just
trying to maintain.
Copyright © Christen Foster | Year Posted 2019
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