groundhog’s day happens every few days
ushering in the chaotic numbness
of a day that you swore you saw the last of
you push your eyelids open to find it’s morning, again
sins of a past era, tearing at your clothes
demanding you stay and rest for awhile longer
change becomes more illusory
with each passing second
there’s no moving on here, a voice whispers from behind
one night turns into years
tomorrow i'll leave, you convince yourself
this morning never comes
you collapse into the comfort of the familiar
contrary to your steps
resignation becomes your only companion
here i am and
here i stay
on groundhog’s day
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