NaPoWriMo 19

As sure as midnight follows dawn
we are born with the sadness
of generations untold

not because the trauma of living
is passed through genetic code
or microorganisms teeming

with false equivalences
and smiling angry faces
that distort the story of everyone

who has a mother only
to be about who wins in the end
of a zero sum game with no rules

I’d like to think these tales get told
only on account of the boredom
of repetition and waking up

on the wrong side of the bed
for thousands of years thankfully
one day when the waking

stops only to discover a different
kind of awakening one that never
has to begin with sleep after all isn’t it

like that with those games
you used to play as a child
when all you could think of

as things didn’t go your way
and all your friends disappeared
over the hills as the sun set

you shouted out to no one
in particular—
Do Over