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Anvil Overhead
An anvil hangs above my head
Life trudges on in silent dread
Watching waiting for the drop
Another day it doesn’t stop
In restless flux I float unknowing
Another dawn the coffee’s flowing
Aroma thick thoughts start to stall
Waking slowly but no rest at all
An anvil swings with quiet might
Still no relief no end in sight
Same routine a looping thread
Each thought heavy in my head
Coffee brews the mind delays
Trapped inside a familiar haze
Is this just a bad day’s theme
A nightmare stretched from a dream
Or is it simply will reprised
Endurance cloaked in thin disguise
Copyright ©
Christopher Delegans
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