March 27

All Worn Out

I’m All Worn Out

 

Watch your hands,

I’m hot to the touch.

Promise me,

because I’ve had enough.

 

Laugh out loud,

and watch the neighbors stare.

Scream and shout,

I don’t care.

I’m running out,

I’m running out,

I’m all worn out.

 

Christen me,

I need to purify.

Bury me,

because it’s time to die.

 

Spectacle,

Keep drama over there.

Punish me,

I don’t care.

I’m running out,

I’m running out.

I’m all worn out.

 

I need a drink.

I need a smoke,

to enjoy inside my empty heart.

I’m running out,

I’m running out.

I’m all worn out.

~Charlotte Slater 2010

 

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Posted March 27, 2020 by Charlotte Von Woffle Greer in category "All of Charlotte's Poetry

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From Review: "Charlotte Von Woffle Greer is an artist in the truest sense of the word. Tormented, embattled, strong, fearless and fearful. Curious, and full of wonder yet jaded and defeated at times. An artist shares what they feel. A true and brave artist shares what they feel completely as Charlotte does, in these pages." -Erik Johnson