Sitting in My Car

Sitting in my car,
Hoping for a miracle.
At once chastising myself,
For being a hypocrite,
Because I’m not religious.
It’s darker without the,
Light of day.
Quieter without the,
Hubub of industry.
Colder without the,
Exertion of work.
An alarm sounds nearby.
I wonder will it stop tonight.
Will I sleep.
Must stop writing this,
Because my phone will lose,
Its battery power.
Was tempted to write that,
The battery would “die”.
But I’m trying my best,
Not to think about,
Instead love.
Life is not the opposite of death.
Because without love,
One is not really,

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