Leftover Luck

Leftover Luck

She said baby, I’m here
But I wasn’t even lucid
dreaming isn’t the greatest thing when
I’m so close to not even waking

I’m sitting and all I can do is write because
the burdens I hold keep spilling
venting unto those who need something
but I can’t breathe with the chaos of love

Yet I strive for the gold drippings of left over
sanity
crawling into, seeping onto my back

Leftover Luck // 1 Minute Poem. B.T.

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