Garbage Post: W67

Poetry

I want to wake up before the crash

Asleep at the wheel dreaming of things that won’t happen

I’m not drunk, I’m distracted, something I haven’t mastered, afraid it’ll be how I meet my casket

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Private time with you, God

The only way to proceed from this far

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