More
There will always be more to do.
More to say,
More to write,
More people to love,
To help.
There will always be a surplus.
How do I know when to stop wringing myself dry?
More tears will fall.
More arguments to be had.
More,
More,
More.
That is,
Until there isn’t.
Until there is nothing but silence and darkness,
More nothing.
More, more, more.
Until you want it.