A Complete Lack of Drive

I hurt like the leaking of a wound

that’s infected and broken into,

In the night,

In the shadows, I creep, and

wonder outwards for a drink,

a dive

a complete lack of…

 

I sit back and cut together something closer

to what it feels like to be me.

 

But no one is watching,

and I might like it like that,

most of the time,

but I doubt that’s how

I feel tonight.

 

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