Stuck

Stuck

A Poem by viola

Running

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
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