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 Jul 2020 Awesome Annie
Noname
Tired
 Jul 2020 Awesome Annie
Noname
Im tired all the ******* time
And i ain't even took a jog
To be quite honest I don't quite know what a jog is
Sounds like a word people use to describe a light hearted enjoyable run
And that sounds terrible
No I'm tired because
I think too ******* much
I don't even have to pick up a single finger
To completely exhaust myself
I wish i could replace my awful thoughts
With a treadmill
Or a ****.
Much better reasons to be exhausted
If you ask me.
 Jul 2020 Awesome Annie
Nonn
Lovely like the meadows,
Rugged like the cliffs;
You took a longing look at me
But then left me behind to drift.

(c) 2020 Indigo Kenna
Open hands.
open eyes.
open ears.

Mindfulness, told me to care.
It didn't let me know how to deal -
how to deal when others don't.

Mother, Father, Brother, and Sister
everyone I've ever known,
how do you deal with the loss of feeling.

How does one cope without
an ear to the ground, an eye out for another,
and hands ready to pull people up out of their stupor.  

Yesterday, my cousin died.
I had no relationship with him
other than when people I know
talked about him going in out and jail.

I contacted all his brothers and sisters,
no one had spoken to him in years
and his overdose was met with a shrug.

He might have been the worst kind of person
and still here I am meeting his end
with confusion and unknowing
for why his life couldn't have been different.
I didn't know my 'cousin', more like a stranger than anything else, but I still wish his life could have been better.  The world is a better place without him, but it's sad that he'll never be able to make that not true.
I've lived all your lives.
I've felt all your joys and
suffered your pains.
My poet is empathy who
shares your shadows and
neighborhoods and *****
dishes and ******* and
broken hearts and promises
made among tangled webs
we navigate so poorly.
You'd been dying for a year.
It seemed forever until the
night your last breath rattled
at 3am and said it's over now.
I wept begging a god for just
another breath or 2 so I could
whisper once more Kellee, you
live on in this old woman's heart.
Cancer
I watch the ****** on 5th St. dressed to ****
  circle over the wounded with starving appetites
  for all the sweets on display and perfume to up
  temptation for another 5 or 10 for Waffle House.
  Love is easy with fixed price and no strings.
  All I want is someone to hold onto. I still wait.
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