A lost day

I cannot find a moment still
To sit, to breathe, to write a bit.
I’ve failed to do my job today.
I didn’t protect my time and space.

I did not distance from my mind
Distractions I could do without.
I let the non-essentials
Invade my sanctum sanctorum.

The price is hurried, tasteless lunch.
The price is hurried, tasteless lines.
The price is hurried, tasteless fights
With loving people in my life.

I pray I get another day
Where I don’t act so cast away.

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