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Just Another Day

The sun emerges painting an eastern sky
to a morning I hoped would not shine.
My thoughts contradict God wills
as fog creeps into corners thick with regret.

My life feels as if it lay beneath
blackish waters frozen by winter's edge;
entomb like the living dead,
cold from the inside-out, rigid,
a manikin of choice.

Later, the moon plays
Lazy-Susan with twinkling stars.
My thoughts travel, so far, far away--
where darkness becomes small to find.

In sight, but out of reach--
another day passes-by without you.