Are We Tired? Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro

Are We Tired?



Are we tired

or is life tired of us?

Pulling on its strings,

maybe we’re pulling on its neck.

The rings around it

were scabs; now they bleed.

There are echoed cries;

The past prisoners

dab alcohol upon

these unsuspicious skin

and chipping bones.

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