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Soliloquy in the Morning
A Poem
there’s a turbulent mess of synapses
at the base of my brain
making it difficult to think —
oh, woe is me
the thoughts tumble and quake
even as i know they’re not mine to hold —
and i’m lost in a cacophony of bitter endings
even as i know time is running short
there’s a whole mess of you
out there waiting for a mess of me —
but i fear it’s not meant to be,
never has been, never will be
i’m lost in a turbulent tide
from which there is no waking —
and there’s no hope for me, i fear,
even as i know once upon a time was once dear
but fairy tales have no place in real life,
and i have no place here,
and i know better than to wish
for what could never be
i always knew you were a scoundrel,
caught up in minor collisions
all around the world —
but now i know the truth
