A Man’s Best Friend

Sleep is an illusion tonight I cannot afford.
I pay endless bills
to the dark disquiet I have accepted.
Mortality closing in
sometimes gets my best,
until the dog comes and
loves me, wondering why I’m still awake.
My gratitude erupts and peace
steals back up the dark hall
to quiet the litany of blame.
Good boy. Thank you.

happy mr T

MrT

(Toulouse, the absolute best.)

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About Jim Stewart

Writer at Butt in Chair
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2 Responses to A Man’s Best Friend

  1. Endless bills. I know the feeling. 🙂

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