fatigue hangs on me
like heavy ornaments
on a late February
Christmas tree
branches brittle and bare
needles dropping to floor
carpeted
in half-finished projects
incomplete thoughts
good–but soon forgotten– intentions
so much aromatic debris
carelessly spilling around my feet
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved
Brave & Reckless 
Things just all, stack up, and, in a moment, it all comes, tumbling, down…
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Christine E. Ray – Not the usual F word
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Wow. I really like the poem. It’s so clever with the titling.
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