First Draft Life
After breakfast
And a few chores,
The weight of the day
Is heavy upon me.
And so I strum, strum, strum,
Trying to sum up the
Essence of a sleepless night---
A night of hogwarts.
Not really--------------
There is nothing magical
About insomnia,
Or sleeping alone.
The past is heavy upon me;
The future is clouded.
Somewhere in the present tense
There is peace.
It is a journey---
Searching for the right time
To act, and then again
To be acted upon.
Some things we cannot control.
Some things are better
Left alone.
So I wait for death---
That great force
Which reconciles everything.
Meanwhile, the weight of the day
Is heavy upon me.
Copyright © Bill Yates | Year Posted 2019
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