Exercise 050706

All these pick-me-ups

and testosterone exhortations

fall flat on me

and I wonder why.

And time is something on

loan, a lease I can’t make

permanent because I am

human.

So I sit here alone

in the pit of night

wording deep-seated

fears and hopes,

and paint a portrait.

But that’s all it remains;

it doesn’t answer the question.

I don’t know if

it ever will.

 

© 2017 L. Tafa

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Author: b20f08

I enjoy solo wargaming and writing. The first caters to the boy that never grew up; the latter satisfies a deep desire to communicate. Cheers.

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