Poem: Lonely Wednesday

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Bitter hangover
Of last night’s calamity
Makes my brow heavy
Without drink
Just doubt

The street grows long
Racing cars pass
Home for the day
To homes
Televisions
Loved ones
Something
I sit on the steps
Thinking
Wishing
But it all amounts to nothing

Some bright promises
Quickly die
Like dreams
Only emptiness remains
Deep
Embedded within
Leaves me with questions
And worry
While the whole world
Keeps turning

Stumped again
Lonely at the top
Nothing at the end of the day
Loved and despised
But I’m no different
I’m just pretending
That it means something
This victory
Grows shallow

©2013 James Takeo

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