The end of a day is the beginning of a new night. (Photo: Wiki)
At the end of the day 5/17/20
The pittance of gratitude
is such a damn shame
but may be the prelude
to a thing with no name.
Outside the prison
of this time and space
I see all things happening
at their own pace
Then stepping back into
the landscape I tread
I find myself embracing
the all that I dread
And seeing the paradigm
to which I fell prey
I now eagerly await
the very next day.