Another day sitting
in a box, staring at the clocks.
Listening to the slow beat
of a fading pulse.

Opportunities are falling away
like the autumn leaves;
the piles of encumbrance
burying the empathy.

Deja vu is written
on the bathroom mirror.
Thoughts bleeding into
the sink of running water.

A reconciliation
leaves me speechless.
I need to gather my things,
write a letter, maybe say
a prayer.

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Writer. Artist. Sleepless Blogger. Wrestling junkie. Comic-Book Nerd. Every moment is a story View all posts by David W. Jones