Forever Delayed

Aa Harvey

Forever delayed

I feel like I am a thousand years old.

I am running on empty, overload.

Back aches, legs ache,

Arms ache, head-aches.

My brain is tired,

I am going to get fired,

Or find a way,

For death to be,

Forever delayed.

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