As blinds are drawn
another sad day embers out
amidst anticipation,
waiting for something to happen.
The morsels are fed to keep hunger at bay
not to satisfy some external desire
but to engage the aching agony.
Books are open
and letters are disappearing,
how much can be absorbed
and how much retained?
The picture flashes...
to dissolve the paranoia,
and clear the fuddle.
The mind relaxes
but to welcome another pain.
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