Floundering, slumping
burden of weight carried
on feeble, breakable hearts.

Some days you are comfy and colourful
others, harsh and bleak
straight jackets instead of sweaters

You're here and there, omnipresent
but gone.
With me,then with them, leaving me alone

You are solid like granite, cold.
blood-shot eyes
affordable and treasured.

Loathed and loved.

And, as always happy to be seen.

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