Poetry

Some Days

Some days are desperate
A cold ache arises between
the shower and the first coffee
A hollow pain that screams the
need to belong
To believe in something
To be a card carrying part
of a larger that defines you
That proclaims
this is my thing!
And some days that
loneliness
won’t go away

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