DayByDay
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It’s the sound of my fingertips
tapping against computer keys,
the sound of the wheels in my mind turning,
the sound of my soul churning out
words that flow,
prose
into poetry,
Day by day i live for what tomorrow can bring, grasping at hope as if it were the only vine within my grasp as my body sinks in quicksand. Knowing not where i am nor where i want to go, i remain in freefall, closer to the ground each day.
