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Drawing Shadows
-circa 2018

I’ve been drawing
shadows in the light,
my heart can’t hold on-
to these heavy dreams
laying weights over me.
Each year is passing
from the last. Calendars
stack on top of each other
in days no different
from the last. Indistinguishable
like the rings from the morning’s
alarm clock. With heavy eyes
unwilling to awake,
the day is here. Isn’t it
time for some change—
a different melody
to play along with
the rhythm of my pulse—
a different tune
from the soundtrack
that I’ve become so accustom to—
a different scenery
for my eyes to indulge.
A new story arising
hopefully from
the morning’s dawn.