Poem: Too Much

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Too Much

There is too much to take in.
Too much death.
Too much life.
More love than I know what to do with,
more pain than I can process,
and I am left wordless,
paralyzed,
less broken than simple flotsam
tossed on the waves
waiting for solid ground.

About this poem.

It’s that kind of day, and it’s only 9:AM.

Tom

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