7:15

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7:15 and I’m here again,
7:15 the starting line.
7:15 and I’m alone
7:15 with only my demons.
7:15, the heat already wrapping me
7:15 in chains as home fades,
7:15 as I forget your smell.
7:15, four minutes until my train,
7:15 another tune, another canvas.
7:15, no way out, oppressive,
7:15 a challenge requested.
7:15 slips by like a thought’s shadow
7:15 as smooth as sleep,
7:15 just another minute left behind.
7:16 and I’m here again,
7:15 the starting line.

(dtn)

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4 responses to “7:15

  1. weasa54

    the rhythm is great! I don’t know if it’s a train you’re waiting for, but it feels like a train ride reading this poem–momentum building and building.

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