Dead Ends
Sometimes in life,
even with those we love,
we reach dead ends.
I reached mine last night
beside you in a rage,
under the leaf of a book,
masking lust with
averting concentration.
I have learned to turn the
other direction in times of
disappointments,
instead of staring the end
dead in the eye to face
the inevitable floods.
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2021
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