June bug

This need, this bitterness
that's choking me, I can't explain.
arid and cold, vast empty space 
a cave drafty and dark
where my life was. 
Like a little June bug in the pool
I've stopped struggling
while secretly thinking  
there yet may be hope
I'm fooling myself
There is no grand pool skimmer 
Its sunny outside
my cave has no heat. 
 
 

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