Poems, December 2025

Bleary eyes squint
Into the red rising Sun
On the way to work

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I'm spinning my wheels
Sitting next to coworkers
Who drive Ferraris

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The sand is dirty
The water even worse
I chose to be here

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Not writing has built
A dam filled with ideas
Evaporating

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I should hold back now
And wait for the right moment
Patience will pay off

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