At the end of the day
I search my mind for lines
A poem to help me sleep
A day’s work done
But any poem
And all the poems
May not be anything
But an illusion
I have given my life to-
At the end of the day
This day
These lines
This life
For now and for now and for now
And for perhaps tomorrow morning
Where I with the help of God
May begin again.
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