Discard

31 October 2020 Saturday Poetry Prompt: the be vulnerable prompt

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Exhausted at the edges
half an inch of the outer just
not there
Frozen to a carcass
of indifferent weight
the gasps of the debt load
holding court over piles
of useless nerves
And you don’t get out of
here so easily
Another waiting room
again
the silent immobility of clocks
disaster on every horizon
The naked houses of the
succeeding
crowding in on the surfaces
of one more constraint
I shed the suicide calendars
but the discarding of worse
resisting the garbage bin
Still for a few seconds of recovery
then punished for
getting up
The shrinking of a life
the exposure of a dead hand

J.D. Harms 2020