Poetry · Writing

Shipping Cost

sticking it out-

at the end of the day it’s not your day.

Chasing a speeding bullet,

it’ll only catch light before the bullseye.

He’ll see it to late, regret the steps

and the admiration,

before the day becomes second to his stained carpet.

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