It is Labor Day.

the year’s 3/4 gone.

I  lost my way,antique disintegrating clock buried in desert sand

its been so long,

just trying to get back.

It is Ground Hog day.

Spring finds me

without words to say,

my thoughts flee.

There is a way back.

It is Memorial Day

spent the month alone

wasting time and pay

more sins to atone

Is there a way back?

It my Birthday

I stare at the clock

my candles waste away

no one gives a fuck.

Why find a way back?