From this point on
everything that happens
is a metaphor for your life
No matter how dark
the journey may be going
to become darker
Even in lightness
particles become heavy
and empty old dreams
For a split second
I woke and it was still dark
sleep never comes back
Unfortunately
time makes no difference
between light and day
How many sleepless
waking prisons do we take
knowing only more
Unseasonable
doubt starts creeping in again
returning to dust
Words words words words words
you sir are a fishmonger
and unfold yourself
Cat upon my lap
it looks like I’ll be writing
several more haiku
Just kidding I’m not
ever staying up that late
meow and cat meows back
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Joshua Keiter 