I’m sick of being sick

tired of being tired

anguished by anguish

burdened by burdens 

fed up with this emptiness.

i pray to god

for something real,

yet i don a mask.

how many candles

have i blown

how many pennies

have i thrown 

wishing for love

in a heart

that’s closed?

i plead,

i beg,

to eat,

be fed

…

but i purse

my lips.