The Exit
There it was
before me yet,
I could not approach.
It taunted me this day
as I ached for its use,
but retreated from it.
Monday called to me
as work became priority,
but my focus was still
on it and its power.
Oh why!
The bittersweet
agony of knowing soon,
but never soon enough,
overcame me
as this day dragged
into a week of
sacrificed time.
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2008
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