Shallow breaths fades into the darkness –
Hidden away and almost napping;
Muddled by the breeze through the bushes
And the soft sounds of water lapping.
Peering between the leaves,
Musing the warm moonlight;
Seeing steady ripples
From the lakeside embankment’s height.
A head trip to let go of this day
Is longed for with faint whining;
But a burden of pride prevents reward
Regardless of one’s pining.
The day will pass
And the feeling will subside.
But, alone tonight, staring
I’ll wash it from my mind.
©2017, Joe Jenkins
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