“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 (b. 1995) is a London-based Filipino poet. He has been a member of the Barbican Young Poets, the Roundhouse Poetry Collective and is a producer for open mic night Poetry and Shaah. His poems have appeared in TAYO, harana, Bukambibig, Cha and Ink, Sweat and Tears. His debut poetry pamphlet "War Dove" is published under Bad Betty Press.

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