I stray outside, the moonlit
breeze
Flutters across
my pain
The stars,
so many stars
grab my heart
and pull but I am
Too anchored
Too leery with bitter (tones) that slip
unwillingly
The respite is brief
I know
I want to run, fly
leave
but I just retrieve the dog
and return
The bar is gone –
Unneeded
The air is recycled
Every day the same
submission
Every night’s quiet admission
I hate it.
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