Same: A Poem



Again,
Will it ever
End?
Limiting.

At home
That’s good,
Not another
Excuse.

This is getting
Old.
Thought you were
Gone.

Filling up
Again,
Loaded for
Another round.

Different space
Same expectations.
New time
What you’d expect.

See you
Next week,
New edition
Same destination.

- Hannah
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