Wednesday, August 06, 2025

Stacked Days, Unfinished Sorrows


The days have been stacked

Never neatly, it seems 

Always at the brink of toppling 


Still, 

Despite its haphazard style 

There are many days 

Betwixt today and that day


It still feels fresh 

The wound is still open 

It is still sticky and wet 

With the residue of emotion 


I have bandaged it 

In busyness and distraction 

Tried to paint new joys 

Over old, unfinished sorrows 


But, some days 

A voice, a song, a silence 

Pulls at the dressing 

And the days topple again 


The days have been restacked 

Never neatly, it seems 


© Ron Simpson Jr. 

August 3, 2025 


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