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.