I've Lived Entire Lives in Daydream

by Melissa McGeary

I wander aimlessly around the house, out of focus,

blurred lines of a woman.

Inattention propelling me in listless circles

with no more volition than dust motes sent swirling

through rays of sunlight by a sighing breeze through the

curtains.

Bare feet plodding against aged hardwood

creaking, groaning

the worn wood to my rusty soul, tired and jaded.

An ache, an itch I can’t reach

trying to outpace mundanity

while my imagination spins entire lives

lived in the infinite spaces between seconds.

Discontent, like a worn sweater

wearing circles in the floor.

I’m not living anymore, just waiting

for death to knock at my door

and relieve me this ennui.

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Melissa McGeary is a librarian from NJ.