It’s usually more… (poetry)

It’s usually more

Than we would ask

Of ourselves

A particular task

One which robs you

Of your will

It shuts you down

And yet you still

Believe somewhere

Inside your brain

Thinking we

Can take the strain

But for how long?…

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(c) K Wicks

Rhyme and Reason

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