you
today...
and
laughed.
you would love me now,
i have found
a way
to chip away,
to kill myself...
incrementally
just
like
you
did.
opened my eyes
with an excited disappointment.
another today--
a rising force,
a setting sun,
another chance
to
pull
away
...with the rest of humanity,
i am never alone
in mining misery's sweet ore
to
the
bone.
NB @ 9:14 AM
2 Comments:
i like the mining metaphor in the last stanza.
Why do we all do this to ourselves? I like this one, just as I do all of them. You have a way with words my friend.
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