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Skull shattering
hope.
On this day,
called,
Today.

Blinking-
Where
is it?
Dawning, lids
open-
breathless
anticipation
turned
to
ash.
seeping
sockets-
thinking…
not today.
It’s not this day.

It’ll be tomorrow,
the day,
that never comes.
For today,
is always,
Today.
And the promise,
is
for tomorrow.
The day,
that,
never comes.

GPS

Where am I
                                             going?
              Where have I
     been?
 Traces                               Behind me,
           of
              f o o t s t e p s
      no pathway,
                                                                                                    
                              ahead,
                              behind,
             shadows
                                             seeking?
fortune,
fame,
                                             power?
I know not,             up
knowledge,            e
absolutely,          s
I wish to           i  
                   r
free
myself,
leave these chains behind,
and move
                in the                                                                                                                                  
                                                                        right                                                                                                                                
                                                                    direction.

And what
                       or
                                       where
                                            is that?