Rendered and spent
I relax into the gray
The air feels thick
and I sweat out
the sorrow of
lost days and hours
I wonder if it matters?
The days, the hours
they stack up and I
compile Time, as if it were
Fine Minted Dollars,
A collection only
meant to admire.
Not spending Time
in celebratory exchange,
bartering the days
for play, not pain
Of dreams drifting
away, as battled
and brittled gray
ships we lay,
hopeful as we are
for a finer day, for
the rescue that
will come, at long
last we pray.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
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