Young (January day 17)


every sunrise every moment

is as young as it’s ever going to be

no one can read the silence like me

so I may as well talk about

all the empty my blood fills

and I still sit here knowing

there are things I need to do

just to feel like I should,

just to feel this much.


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Written 1/17/21

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Each Morning

I welcome voids each morning to be filled by helping others. Just to talk, just to listen, to keep them informed (about Congress passing 1,400 to 2,000 relief for them to which they reply, "I need it now.")