dust, chaos and tears

The painful sting of tears at the back of my throat,

For the trip that didn’t happen.

Didn’t reconnect with school friends,

Didn’t get out of this dusty rut.

Because I had lost my job,

Because I was at a low ebb,

Because this home feels like a trap sometimes.

And what are the repercussions?

 

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