LXXVI.

June 22nd, 2021
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LXXVI. Troubled

Waking up at 4 am,
Laying there breathless,
With tears in his eyes.
Scared to lay down again,
Running from what’s inside.
He drives down the freeway,
One hand surfing the air.
If he doesn’t come back,
If he drives to Tennessee,
Who the hell cares?
While there’s weed he’s toking,
His thoughts are provoking,
Last time he called her,
He was soft-spoken.
So he pulls to the side,
Wraps himself up for a hug.
Turns the car around,
Determined to find the source,
And pull the plug.
©R.A.

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