j. saca

Fatigue

trees wasted on
restlessness

I go back, put on the
television, staring

at programs,
commercials, again

I leave and walk around

the neighborhood lights
are on.

Back at home,
Looking at the

ceiling

Tossing
Turning

the bed sheets

waiting for peace.

Poem Submitted: Friday, October 3, 2008

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