NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Eight, Poem Twenty-Eight

That Thing

 

Just isn't 

for you

this day.

 

Woke

already

unworthy.

Every

other thing

dumped on,

deserved

even if 

unwanted.

When did

you start

wanting?

When being

showed it's

use-by date.

Your time

is now,

not yours,

 

and no

oft means

never.