Poetry Project 2017: Day 45

I don't want to worry about the world.
I just want to be sad;
for me,
for you,
for us.
I don't want to thank the heavens for my luck.
I just want to mourn;
because of change,
because of destruction,
because of absence.
I don't want to be wise and thoughtful.
I just want to feel: 
the tightness in my chest,
my heavy head,
my aching bones.
I don't want to do anything productive.
I just want to feel:
the essence of the moment,
the passage of time,
my own mortality.
I don't want this to last forever.
I just want to be here now;
not there,
not in the future,
not in the past.
Just here.
Being overwhelmed.
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