Endemic Concerns About Progress

No colossal

Progress

No parade

No explosion

Of interest

I turn my back to

The sun

Avoiding the heat

That I know will come

I comb my hair and I

Readjust my tie

A frustration

Always

Such an anger

Such a rage

It won’t go away

I hold my head in

My hands

A shelter I make

Wherever I stand

I take a breath and I

Reassess my life

A remake

A new time

I don’t think

It’s going to happen

And sometimes I think that’s fine

I see reflections

And shadows

And I spit in the eye

Of the man

In the mirror

He is quicker

I am nearer

I am aching

I am sickened

By the rush

I don’t want it

I am over

This

I wish I hadn’t pushed

It will destroy me

And I don’t even need it

There is a glint in my eye

Even bitter and enraged

I feel better

Than I have

For so long

It’s real.

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About dcduell

Failed musician. Trying to write for TV. Never sure quite where I'm headed. Serial un-funnyman. I used to do a lot of writing. Sometimes I still do. So I decided to put it on the internet. I'm on Facebook and Twitter. Pretty active on the former, not so much on the latter. Holler at me.
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