Sunday, April 12, 2015

a hurried life

eyes shrouded
with two lids of lead
and a cloud that droops
densely upon her
heavy head

even when days
are bright
she can't see
past the blurred light
of the pervasive haze
of life's frenzied daze

right foot moves too fast
to keep up with the left

she can't
see her toes
as she goes
where she'll end up
know one knows

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