a year on

 

a year ago i said   never bored

and why not

i had my work   my running    my marketa

 

now   frantic with boredom   and when not bored   afraid

 

~

 

of illness   of my own shadow   of what-ifs

and why not

death abounds   running inevitably leads back home

 

and my marketa   what can i say

love is not enough

 

~

 

not in itself

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 





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Written on 2021-10-03 at 19:55

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
It seems that life only can be wonderful for so long. Eventually, it sinks back into ordinariness...or worse.
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