Fed Up
by Sam M. Phillips

Chill wind bites,
Spite,
Frozen on my tongue,
Clogs up my brain.

Sludge and bog,
Fetid,
Festering,
Rolling over and over.

I go walking,
Try to shake it off,
Get some warmth into my bones,
My heart has shut down.

Lost,
Confused,
Mistaken identity,
Related to another.

Soggy earth,
Slows me,
Wet grass dampens,
Blue sky covered with grey.

Eyes ache,
Face puffed up,
Skin prickles,
Hair erect on neck.

Fed up with loss,
Fed up with unfairness,
Yet all I can do is accept,
And try to walk it off.

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