“dreams have drained us.”

we wake each day
with a fresh new
capacity
for torture.

we are ready
again. yes,
and the fly
banging
the window
is at it again
too.

no matter how many
we kill,
there is always
another new.

everyone wakes
ready for the give
and the take.
for the rain
and the burn.
for the coffee
with the cream
that has turned.

everyone wakes.
except
those who don't.
but i see them
as i drain,
leaking daylight
out the hole
they escaped.

narrative poem written on 09-09-2015 by: on mattkane.com
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