Baseball

Baseball sitting on the carpet

Surrounded by shards of glass

It’s been there for who knows how long now

A nightmare that’s ended but hasn’t passed

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In the morning I search for energy

But it tugs on my periphery

And in the evening there it lies as well

A golden gate to memoir hell

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I can’t believe I haven’t cleaned

The remnants off my floor

Of that horseshit horsehide disaster

I don’t know what I’m waiting for

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Across my damaged room I pace

The search for meaning on my face

Closing my eyes to comprehend

The quickest path to fever’s end

It’s nowhere…

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Forgetting what you hoped to remember

Always is the only never

And so through wilderness we chase

The memory of a future place

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This baseball won’t go anywhere

Without my steady shaking hand

I realize that I must be moving

Even when I cannot stand

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I’m going to clean the mess today

Letting go of my frustrated bitter chains

I may never know who made that throw

But I want to restore what I call my own

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Though I’ll never see the priceless dream

In that pane of glass again

I can try to clear this nightmare away

Out of my room and out of my head.