Shed

They tell me

of things 

I should be

doing

and these

said things 

hold little value

within my heart 

they float above

my head

never staying long

enough to

encourage the thought

to move

and they scream 

they wail 

until I take notice 

of the guilt 

as if seeps into

my skin.  

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