Thursday, December 24, 2020

Accomplishments

each lurks in their solitary spaces

calling this living, happiness, choice 

when all the others are gone but

it’s too exhausting 

and always disappointing 

to seek replacements 

so they squat, elderly hibernation 

cocooned in the detritus 

of lives well lived

or just the dregs of all that 

came and went, before

before now

before the vacuum

ghostly, gutted goals and dreams

all for what

even faith a tattered 

threadbare wrap 

keeping out nothing

but somehow

holding in everything 


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