Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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I talk to myself in the loneliness
of my diary, jots and scribbles
poems are parodies, imitations
distant from life, like wild dogs
eating from my hand, failure
to hold even minutes tacked
struggles to embrace the howl
deep mournful, prolonged cry
of abandonment in mortality
urgency to return, grip of anxiety
to establish balance, to hold on
a little longer, until the clock
has run, and time here ends.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. 4/12/2013