Wednesday, September 27, 2017

9991. EVERYTHING THAT RISES

EVERYTHING THAT RISES
Am I to take stock? : Of what, and why?
Long taken for nothing, a life off the rails,
a weather filled with bad longing, I am stuck
in the situation I crafted  -  oh so wrongly  -
long ago. I would depart this world tomorrow,
if I knew a way out would get me somewhere.
And I do not know that so I will not leave.
Long, long in this future, there's another 
April looming : Or so I would hope. Or 
so I would hope. Or so I would wish for. 
Or so I would hope.

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