Fishing for Something

by Sam M. Phillips

I definitely don’t feel great,

It’s very late,

And I sit with bait

Tied to the end of my hook,

I’m sure I look

The fool—

.

So cool,

I drool,

Sitting on my stool,

Rod in hand,

Hoping to land

An abstract catch,

To awaken the batch

Of chemicals in my brain,

Just to repeat it again

The very next day—

.

Always the same way,

See it play

Upon my nerves,

Nothing deserves

The vigilance,

Yet I give it a chance,

All my hope

On the end of a rope.

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