HEAT OF THE UNSHELTERED
he
was
filled with
many plans
to be discharged in
as little time as possible
first
steps
towards
making life
less unbearable
more soulful, filled with smiles and joy
he
got
waylaid
distracted
unavoidably
by daily noise of others’ grief
next
thing
he knew
months had passed
his plans lay silent
collecting dust on the carpet
he
raged
at this
rotten
inability
to render his own heart-felt dreams
and
now
he sits
paralyzed
by indecision
waiting for a bolt from the sky
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