StagnationA Poem by Diana
The streams have run stagnant.
The air is still and chills to the bones. You fought for so long until your little body hit over-drive. And you function on repeat. Repeat, repeat, repeat. Too numb to seek Too blind to see. One thing, I know. We shall not meet again.
© 2014 DianaAuthor's Note
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