Cost of Living

I feel my weight as I walk
I’ve noticed my neck
waits for my feet
my channels don’t surf
in my wate
lately I see that
I saw this coming.

My numbers don’t match with
my pages
right now and
I’ve heard it’s a mass
right now
no one is special but
not now
I should have known
not to complain.

I’m constantly looking
behind me back there
I’m drowning in
days to come up there
and I’ve committed to
seeing them through
this time but
living is fucking

Published by R.T

Brit born and Canada bound, I run On Tuesdays, my poetry blog where I write weekly(ish) poems.

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