I'm Not Perfect

It's easier to become a disaster,
than to continually stand when
you're unsteady, and your legs
become heavy, and you know

that hanging on is just gonna
take another day, but you feel
the hollow ache of a built in
boulder crammed into you
dragging you under, rolling
you further down the hill
you'll never be satisfied,
even if you tried.  

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Chrissy02

Great Poem

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I love this very much. You are an amazing poet.

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