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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