Sadness,
Like the dawn,
Is easier to detect the beginning
Then to determine the end.
Advice continues to intersect.
Perpendicular in its approach
Emotional stoplights would be good.
Because I don’t want to keep crashing.
I stand holding my own hands
Wishing for a sudden departure.
Not of self but of the sullen mood.
I release my meal
Stand and feel
The same.
Tears drip on
Like the faucet
I’ve been meaning to fix.
Shit! I wish I would have done that.
I pace a divot in the flooring
As friends, “friends”, and family
Spew their thoughts on my existence.
My head bends back
At the power they believe me to have.
I feel bad that I haven’t saved a life
Or defeated a dictator
With all this untapped potential.
It’s funny how weak I feel
After these exchanges.
They tell me it will workout.
They tell me it will work.
They tell me I will be better.
But every thought I have
Makes me feel closer to the dawn
But not close enough to the day.
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