Shame

I feel nothing except shame
Tail-tucked head-low damn-it shame
The books on by bed lay there 
Unread
Messages flooding my inbox
I have not yet parted the red sea
I cannot travel across my inability and pick myself up by the bootstraps
I am stuck
Straitjacketed with work and responsiblitlities and sorrow and filth
A puppet on my own strings, caught up on the riggings
I feel nothing but simmers of emotion today
And then a gyser of shame
 

ZoeBee

VT

19 years old

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