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at night
making lists in my head I'm cocooned in thought and wondering what it means the very definition of the end how many are there like me thinking thoughts they'd rather not think I envy those who don't count sheep those who simply drift off and drift away days are long nights even longer its not merely a function of the change of season grasped in the moments snared in my thoughts making mincemeat of the lack of reasons where will this all lead the side-goose-stepping the averting and the aversion of eyes the wearing of sunglasses the dull sameness and the absence of smiles walking the sidewalks but feeling the miles we're all separate islands and what exactly comes next? ********************************************** ***this is more a meandering of thoughts and a contemplation ************************************************* LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS MIND-MEANDERING 1:OO 4/11/2020 TIME DATE STAMPED AND ALSO FOR THIS MIND-MEANDERER MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE... MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD THANK YOU ALL FOR READING... than anything else Vote for this poem |
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