Shitty Poem on a Shitty Day

By Kelly Grace Thomas


I dread the mail

and the passing of months

getting closer to end of the line.

All I want is simplicity

Yet everything gets more complex.

And I am too tired to fight,

Frayed too thin to speak.

So I wait.

With tears to keep me company,

I mark another day from calendar in black and blue ink.

This race to self-improvement has so many injuries

and I can’t seem to recover.