#167 of 365 – “thief”




is torture

like a slow

dripping faucet


wearing down

my resolve

until it’s thin

and exhausted


it’s my own

damned fault,

for tasks



that threaten

my mind

and weaken

my sleep


I’m annoyed

that my discipline

slips away

like a thief



my progress

and smashing

my belief


and leaving

a trail

of my prayers

for relief


About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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2 Responses to #167 of 365 – “thief”

  1. Stunned.

    On Mon, Mar 17, 2014 at 10:10 PM, ElevenFifty9

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