A Moment in a Wishing Well

Posted: June 4, 2014 in me

I stopped wondering how many times I can feel ridiculous in one day
Real has stopped feeling real
There’s only the…thereness
And the burden of breath
The weight of procrastination
And assumed failure
And invisibility
And me
Larger than life absence
Jane Doe
Unfound and unfounded in her frivolous fear
High tide never comes
Washing her further and further
Washed out
Dirtied by the ticking of the clock
No fingerprint
No hand to hold
Nothing to hold on to
Unable to drown
Or stop sucking air
Or life
Survival of the unfit

  1. Dawn Little says:

    “…Survival of the unfit”… Damn. -Hugs or somethin’ to Dwight. And you, of course. 🙂

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