Trapped in Last Night

In a city of rooftops,

the morning vista,

all angles and broken sky,

 I am,

 down,

to zero,

or near enough.

 

I’m trapped in last night,

everyone else,

seemingly comfortable,

laughter and stories,

the telling with ease.

 

Confronted with my mind,

doubting its skill,

at social repartee,

the gathering so full

of assured dimensions,

and me,

coming and going,

towards the light of belonging,

then back out,

into self-induced

isolation,

thinking way too much,

about,

me.

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