Direction

I am a dark horse
On a bright day
I bring bad news

I live in a shadow box where
The same old places
And the same old faces

Clutter up my life

I am done with entertainment
I am no longer available
To function

I have lost my sense of direction

I don’t actually do anything
I sit here and I type messages into oblivion
I write about anything and everything and mostly nothing

Nobody ever replies

A night owl
In the day light
A rabbit
A headlight
Like a soldier without a war
Like a bald man without a hat

I can’t actually believe in anything
I can’t actually conceive of anything

Beyond my empty heart

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