up the hill

empty vial

riding my bike

nonstop 

 

my legs, 

they're aching 

 

and my hands,

they're tired from holding on 

  • Author: e.a (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 23rd, 2022 12:15
  • Comment from author about the poem: short one, but oh well
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Crowns4Christ

    That's one way to get out your frustrations and pent up anxiety



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