AntiPoetics - Poetry - Sun Down

Sun Down

I am wavering,
my thoughts wane
for finite moments that tick by,
each second, each minute
as the hands continue to circle, circle
my morose and mundane existence
while I, I sit this one out
as I would any other day.

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