Sleep was a causality of morning
A most unholy beam of light through the window
Spotlight to my face—
Caught in the cross hairs
Of another morning of demands
Tethered to someone’s aspirations
That are at best a no deposit bottle to me
(note - blogger is being a major pain and has my site specifically for NaPoWriMo under review and I am therefor locked out of it. sigh...)
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