I’m Weary, but I Can’t Rest

I’m weary, but I can’t rest.

I can’t sleep on an empty belly.

I can’t relax when I haven’t earned it.

I can’t slow down, until the world

stops burning down.

I can’t breath, until everyone can breath,

and not just breath but breath deeply

and free.

I’m weary, so weary,

but I can’t rest.

Published by James J Jackson

I'm a poet from California.

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