Poetry (Day 10)

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Fishing

Sleep,
nibbling at my consciousness
but refusing to bite.

The day reflected inmperfectly
on the rippling water,
reminding me of the things I didn’t do
of the things I said.

And the stream brings
the broken pieces of
tomorrow’s To-Do List,
already drowning

in today’s reality.

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