The Daily Dread
Yesterday
I opened my eyes
There were two shoes on the step
Put on my shoes
Went to work
There were no shoes on the step
After the accident
For many mornings
I opened my eyes
Put on my shoe
Took my crutches
Went to work
There was one shoe on the step
Everythings withered
For no additional gain
Long cold nights ahead
letting the day gain
purchase on my attention
as dreams slink away
Only my inner thoughts to watch
As I swaddle into an evening swatch
Although I may be bone dead tired
Dawns on withering conscious frame
With nothing to lose and all to gain
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A frog on a log
Obsessed on a midair fly
Ribbit Ribbit (slurp)
Objet de Arte
A Scroll Threw Life 