In Occluded Light

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I’m worn,

Exhausted,

Without laughter.

 

Each moment haunts

Anxiety’s edge,

And waits

 

With a studied

Grace, for chance

To become propitious.

 

Hold me here

To outwait

The passing fear:

 

The troubled night,

The knife at my throat.

 

 

(November 4, 2017)

 

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