reborn into apathy
it’s 3:30 in the morning
suddenly I’m forced
back into consciousness
it’s been going on for
three days now
like some stupid sideshow
nobody wants to watch
do I give in & rise to my feet
& suddenly start walking again
or do I crawl back inside
& cry myself to sleep
I’ve played out a number
of possible scenarios
but not a one of them
appeals to my inner ego
meanwhile the clock is ticking
& people of many color are dying
as I lay here before the
unquestionable rise of dawn
doing nothing
july two thousand twenty
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jdubqca 
This poem can resonate with so many, John…
Again, thank you Lauren for visiting and sharing your thoughts on my poetry. xo