actually hard
to stomach
the music Saturday
night
lonely diner
no one here
the day gone
before it even got
going
spent spinning
circles
sunset behind
gray sky
the light doesn’t
linger
like those
clear nights
instantly dark
vision
distorted until
adjustment
arrives
silence eating
the evening raw
two days since
news of misfortune
silence eats
everything
in it’s path
the end of
comfort
temporarily not
knowing
where to put
the weight
dropped on
shoulders
burning under
the enormous weight
the most
impatient
always seem to
wait the longest
no reason to
stop moving
moving without
direction
the patient
ones think the most
trying to enjoy
solitude
even though
loneliness creeps
met with more
thought
to burn one up
in the air…
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