Wasted Minutes (day 41)

Wasted minutes, wasted space

I can never find the right moments

to tell you what you mean to me


I stumble on my own defeats,

reach back again and again

for lives I thought were tragedies


Cruel time, cruel laws

gravity nailing me to the earth

even when I don’t want to be here


I’m rich if rich means

trading pieces of time in for people

but I still can’t speak around you


Spending letters and energy

Cruel wasted minutes swirl down the drain…

at least I’m not going with them.

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Written 9/11/16


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