The better part of the day spent
feeling the weight of an unknown
gloom & doom shadow looming
Around my sleepless body.
It is an illusion, at best;
at worst, just another taste
of the abyss I sink into,
from time to time, just for
the rush of indifference.
There are better ways
to watch the sun chase
the moon across the sky;
however, I have not the inclination
nor the drive to spread the path
with my footsteps mislaid
on a chaotic destination.
My memory is lapsing.
This is not for the hunger
of a new dawn to come
beckoning my undoing.
Dawn Watts is a former barista from Chester Pa. She writes poetry which will be in several online publications.
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