Relentless

I’m sitting outside
watching the cars
like a dog at a window

I have no thoughts
as the wind blows
my hair across my eyes

I am stuck in 
this house
this body
this life

there is
no way out
of any of this

the cicadas 
start to make 
sounds
as
relentless
as 
this existence

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