Saturday, October 18

Mopey Murphy

I feel sick to the pit of my stomach.
I worry.
I feel old and tired.
I feel guilty for neglecting my home and family and babies, the only ones I love.
The only ones I love and neglect while they cheerfully accommodate my absences.
I feel exasperated with the army of bosses. Who tirelessly and ceaselessly exploit me. And feign indignation at any murmur of protest, for my life not coinciding neatly with their plans for me.
I feel incapable of love, with its dried up, ineffective vestiges in my blood.
I feel determined and responsible.
I'm really glad to be home :)

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