Ten, Day

More and more aware
The cleaner I become
The more I see a shit storm flying
Every single way.

I’d ask just how I had arrived
But I don’t think I was drunk enough
And can remember things just fine–
Not that I would choose to.

But it’s the feelings I dislike
And wish were other than they were
But now that I am waking up
The feelings they will flow.

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