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January 13, 2019

There is no way I could sacrifice a year

and there is no way I could scramble for an hour

The long deep defeat in me is what I needed to my clarity.

The heresy of a time.

Life has slowly crept

and I have slowly gotten older

the life unlived and the life runneth over.

Anger washes over while I find life placid

and life finds me dull and my wife finds me…

It’s a matter of time.

I’m not sad but frustrated.

20 years of writing has gotten me nowhere.

20 years of writing with severe confidence in the last 5.

I’m not made for this world.

I’m not meant for this time.

From → Poems

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