Poetry

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Monday air surrounds my soul
thick & tasteless, moving slowly down my spine
infecting the inches I’ll never touch
drowning me out in thoughts a millions miles away.

Morning dew calling my name
telling me everything I probably should be
I should be standing in the wind, floating away in the mist
but you’ll find me hiding in a warmth with no name

Staggering back & forth with the taste of snifter hidden under my lips
pacing in & out of consciousness while struggling to balance this tight rope
5:00 pm seems to be the only highlight in my life these days
endlessness has become my pillow, thoughtlessness my blanket
under my thoughtlessness I sleep with my desolation tight in hand

Its 6:30 am now… my alarm screaming off the hook
the morning mist slips in unnoticed to hinder the warmth I’ve discovered
“I’ll move… someday…” I think to myself with a half-hearted smile
but for now I feel some peace, wrapped tightly in my endlessness & my thoughtlessness

Plucking away at my thoughts of yesterday, I lay unwilling to notice my sinking spirit
I’ll throw away yesterday & replace it with nothing
I’ll throw away thoughts of you & replace the memories with this warm bed, this close comfort, this cozy reassurance that maybe Tuesdays morning air won’t sting as much…

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