HUMAN TRENCH

There are days when I choose to be unconscious and sleep wins the majority. It’s addicting to lie still and watch reality shuffle out of sight.

sleep

hide under the comforter i try to flee

but i lie and label it a dream

bleak

outlook of the day-to-day activities

can’t believe i kept the kitchen clean

drink

thermos full of ample possibility

hope to make a living week to week

blink

sunlight going down and outside of my reach

hope i wasn’t too much of a leach

how can i be optimistic about my own mission to help others pivot when i’m putting up a picket fence

worry more about the image of my wealth

than a cent

think about if you were given a big set of digits enough for a village would it bring about an ill intent

let it fade to black and curl up on a bench

human trench

– D K T