Too many days: Poetry Month, Day "17"
Too many days have knocked me to my knees, Sent me crawling to my bed hoping for sleep's succor and a better day in the morning. Then I wake up-- last night's hope stale on my tongue-- to a new day dawning in the shape of a fist. Each day I rise flinching. I am so sad. I am so tir…
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