Timeworn Poem by Marijke McKinney
Timeworn
I’m wearing my I don’t cares
Timeworn cigarettes and cheap wine
Say what you want
I’m not listening
Estranged in this beat down house
Faint eyes wondering perpetually
Slender fingers picking at the cushions
Laughing at myself sarcastically
Black pea coat so over worn
Long hair covering the dwindled eyes
Slumped over the emptiness
Everything I have I don’t need
I’m wearing my I don’t cares
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