By Andrew R. Duckworth
It was simple once.
That was an eternity ago
Or so it seems.
Now it drags you.
Now it beats you senseless.
Now it drags me.
Frankie had a song about it,
Though a little too hopeful
For my liking.
Poetry and Essays of Andrew Ryan Duckworth
Poetry, Short Stories, and Shared Experiences of Andrew R. Duckworth