#62 of 365 – “thirty pieces”

“thirty pieces”

 

gray skies

over a Monday

that has yet

to unfold

 

in a house

with too many heaters

that still

feels cold

 

I woke running

from dreams

about getting

too old

 

looking

for secrets

that remain

untold

 

climbing my life

struggling

to gain

a foothold

 

trying to earn

my thirty pieces

without selling

my soul

 

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About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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