poetry by j matthew waters

sixty minutes until midnight

night after night
they’re knocking down doors
and taking away dreams

it’s in your best interest
to turn back the clock & stop
sleeping in your own bed

what they put in your body
is anyone’s guess
how you push it back out
is another story

it may be more dangerous
by land or air or sea
[or so the inner voice tells you]
seriously contemplating
disappearing entirely

august two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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