Friday, August 9, 2019

an itch

it's an itch.
a yearning. a desire
to flee.
to run, to find a way
out
of this muck,
this mire. I see
the long road ahead.
I see the road
behind, east, north,
south or west.
so much is undecided.
which way to go,
how to stay
and think things through,
to
figure it out.

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