in a hallway
with a taupe lined
carpet,
a truly
goddamned
awful carpet,
there is the last bit
of my strained
hope.
i have carried all
i can
but your exasperated
sigh
is heavy.
my arms are tired..
and if resentment
is indeed
a seed of sorts
even death valley
has seen it’s bloom
a super bloom,
in fact.
i can’t measure
the distance
precisely
but i know it’s far
further than i am willing
to go
or honestly,
am even able.
it was meant to be
simple
and sweet
yet here i am
embittered shell,
lamenting.
– sheila c
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Very poignant depiction of a wearied mind. Nice write.
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Wow. This was good.
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Awesome poetry.
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Whew. I feel this one!
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