Sunday, April 30, 2017

NaPoWriMo, Day Thirty, Poem Twenty-Nine

Last Fall

My will to give in
is getting stronger.

My inner failure
gets tired of my pretense.

There is a test
I should be failing,

but not for lack
of studying.

I know my role
as dictated

by former bosses,

those who peg me for falls
while following on Facebook,

every success a  lie seen through
like bullets through walls.

I sleep in as a fugitive
and dream in confession at last.

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