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Saturday, October 23, 2010

My Midnight Monologue

A clock ticks minutes leaving
The tick tock punctuating
This too will end

Grabbing my voice I speak
My midnight monologue
To gray cats curled at my feet

Another day retreating
I have spent it alone
The sun saying hello
The moon yawning goodbye

Friends with four legs
Dressed in fur coats
My only companions

I am as absent in my own life
As the humanity that never
Walks through my front door

I am the isolation I reside in
A recluse as blank
As a chalkboard wiped clean

If I am ever to have a life
I must begin to live
There can’t be one more day
Of locking myself away

Dear cats you are comfort
But you can not speak
Sunshine has to find me
Walking out of my exile

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