Weeds in my backyard.
For no good.
Eats lots of space.
Last year.
Yester year and
Even before that..
I breathed fine.
There was room
For sighs and
Extra gasps.
Now the age thumps
On my chest, like
An elephant made
Of responsibilities.
Making me lonely
And breathless.
Is choking innate
To adulthood?
Shoul I be carrying
A ventilator and
Incubator?
Or just marry to
Make my copies
Because there's
No hope on
The adult me?
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