“Worn Out”

Thank God I’m worn out,
systems darkening, about to die out
and I’ve had enough of it all. It all ends and now
I’m a new day.

Don’t care if I was a loser,
It’s all over now, so
let me sleep and open my eyes
somewhere different.

Don’t wake me up,
I’m in the middle of a sugar rush,
not empty, not lonely.
Can’t you feel the glow bursting out of me?

The wind’s running inside is
carrying us upwards, upwards, upwards

until we’re in an endless flight,
spinning us around, around and around
in a never-ending wheel
of good fortune.

Published by troycabida

Troy Cabida (he/him) is a Filipino poet and producer based in south west London. His recent poems have appeared in TAYO Literary Magazine, harana poetry, MacMillan and bath magg. He is a producer for London open mic night Poetry and Shaah and co-founder of Liwayway Kolektibo, an arts and culture network providing space for UK-based Filipino/a/x creatives. His debut pamphlet, War Dove, was published by Bad Betty Press in 2020. Photo taken by Ray Roberts.

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