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Dogs 2018

A BETTER DAYBREAK
(3/24/18)

I awoke
18 years ago
on this date
in a jail
cell

hungover

hopeless

useless

no longer
a danger
to myself

to others

just a part
of the penal
system

today
I awake
with a myriad
of social
worries

a bit
of that old
hopeless

useless
feeling

but it's
my own
room
that I see

quite
soberly

able
to handle
my own affairs
for another
morning

at least

I try
to remember
gratitude

to take
respite within
this miracle
of life

but decrepitude

demise

are often
all
that I see

I get
up

mechanically
begin
the preparatory
movements

wondering
at what
the day
will bring