another dark night of the soul?

for Christ's sake

I'm almost 60

haven't I had enough of this shit?


true instead of tossing

on a twisted pillow

all night long

now I stare out the window


at the red and brown clouds

floating above the rooftops

empty and dully

waiting for sleep


as something anguished in me

slips away nothingness...




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