Musing

There's an ache that nestles between complacency and drive.
Somehow I feel it in my back.
My fingers run blue with stress while I count ungrateful money, and I'm wondering how much longer I can stand in this stagnant room.

I wish I had a window.

Y'know - to stare through the same way I stare through patient faces.

I wonder if any of them know I sat in my car through lunch because I'm too broke to eat.

I break the law again hoping that a vacant face will someday return with a smile.

"Thank you." She mumbles as she drops .89 cents in my tip jar.
I staple her receipt to the bag and escort her through security.

There's this ache that nestles between complacency and drive.
Somehow I feel it in my heart.



Poetry by Phill
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Written on 2018-06-29 at 19:32

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There's a lot left to the imagination of the reader in this poem, but the feeling is very clear.

"I wish I had a window.

Y'know - to stare through the same way I stare through patient faces."

This hit hard because I've felt the exact same feeling at one time in my life. So much is felt in this poem.
Ashe
2018-06-29