up
all hours
reminds
him of the days
way
back to out back
on
the porch
until
the hand goes numb
or
until rain same down
drenching
the page
making
the ink run
in
unintentional directions
all
too familiar
now
warm on the couch
still
hungry missing mother
and
family some nights
are
worse than others
wanting
to close eyes
just
so tomorrow
comes
sooner
no
use though as tomorrow
will
bring little change
nothing
concluded as usual...
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