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Poem: Drained


There are days like this poem
that go on and on endlessly
in ceaseless plodding living

off line
off air
off base

even the hill that is my bed
is much to hard to climb today
it is calling
come here: cocoon
beneath cool sheets
and ceiling fans

instead I lie
in lowly state
in living room
incapable

no hopes
no dreams
no love
no voice

drained
dried
damned.

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