4.10.2007

NaPoWriMo - Ten

Workday crest.
Before the descent
to five, I rest.
I am barely alive.
I am no one
I am not my job
I am nothing.
Somewhere
an island sobs
uncontrollably.
Breathing deep
I press on
for you and for her.

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