seven days away
with thoughts of disappearance
the light on tells me someone is home
no one lets me in
the door is always locked
have had a key since
before I laid my head to rest
seven days from now something will change
nothing can stop the swing
under the clock
back and forth all day and night
seven days is a week to most
might be another year
before I truly understand
what my purpose is
way back to when I was sitting
on a different porch
similar ideas but they were
so much younger then
older than that now
that I am older I should understand
a little better but I have a dollar
and a hole in my shirt
who notices this shit ‘cept me…
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