Yet again

the clock ticks-
my head
pulsates,
silence resonates
in an empty 
chest.
Restless,
paralyzed 
I lay,
sedating
my idle 
to rest.


Of course, 
I’ve heard 
what they all say.
After each night 
there’s always 
another day!
Oh well, 
a tomorrow 
must come again.
And, I shall spend it 
breath by breath,

in mundane…



Vox Poetica, published 07/01/2017.

					
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