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Autumn Agony
August has begun.
July
never to be heard from
again.
The lonely wind howls
in the night.
Rain trickles a little,
then goes out full storm
with no warning.
The only one
I want to talk to
is always
too busy.
Never around.
Exchanging words
with anyone
would be stupid & pointless.
But the one I need
is always off
doing whatever.
Half the time
I don't even care.
Digging my own hold
in the cold cemetery ground.
Waiting to step
into it.
Waiting for nothing ~
just do it.
copyright 2021
by Insomnia
(AJ Kline Robinson)
written August 1, 2021
9:14 p.m.
August has begun.
July
never to be heard from
again.
The lonely wind howls
in the night.
Rain trickles a little,
then goes out full storm
with no warning.
The only one
I want to talk to
is always
too busy.
Never around.
Exchanging words
with anyone
would be stupid & pointless.
But the one I need
is always off
doing whatever.
Half the time
I don't even care.
Digging my own hold
in the cold cemetery ground.
Waiting to step
into it.
Waiting for nothing ~
just do it.
copyright 2021
by Insomnia
(AJ Kline Robinson)
written August 1, 2021
9:14 p.m.