StuckA Poem by violaRunning Hiding Fleeing Crying What is wrong with me?
Stuck in this endless muck-- I can't get out.
My brain says what do. Run! Read! Crochet! Anything but sit.
So why do I keep sitting? Why can't I escape this Muck? © 2016 viola |
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Added on May 24, 2016 Last Updated on May 24, 2016 |