still cleaning toilet, driving time
and again to the grocery stores
and much more but in darkness
as dark as it is inside a cave,
stumbling on rocks and wavesof scorpions that sting but not kill
a hermit enjoying not his solitude
that short leash making me to sit
on dung of my yesteryears, a guiltnow stinking with shame and decay
depriving me of pants, drive to leave
henry victor 05.03.2014
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