Lying

It’s late,

Another night of a cold couch,

Wondering when the future arrives.

Thinking it should have happened by now,

For a perspective from outside looking in,

Able to analyze what everything meant.

There’s a sharp fear,

Gripping and holding like a sickness,

Waiting just outside the periphery,

Then it’s all over.

The end.

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Lying

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