Poem: March sixteenth

utterly drained
down to the core
slumped in papasan
spilling thoughts out
on laptop and keyboard
without considering meaning
or value of meandering thoughts
infinitely expanding across the page
one dripping drivelling drop at a time
sleep would be a fine wonder to embrace
contemplating the slow drag up stairs
all the way across this silent house
into my dark and empty cold bedroom
where dreams wait to re-embrace me
to reminding me of what once was
and is now to be nevermore
completely consumed


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