Against the empty sky
This morning driving to work
My hope was as bright as her face
At the end of the day I lost everything
Unable to find my way out of the circles
Where does freedom lurk within dog hair
Missed under the table legs
Dusty books are always good to keep
Forever like coffins for a thousand mites
What have I lost I can’t find
From what I’ve thrown away
I will reach deep into my throat
To pluck out those words I
Could clearly read driving
Alongside this morning’s full moon
Defeated instead by the hour
Another day slipped away
Relief and angst scratching each other
As I go to brush my teeth
Defeated again quietly
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