Truth be told
Date: Wednesday, 28th June 2017 @ 05:10:22 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry
Contributed By: softerware
Stop to ask me how I feel;
The answer is: Im NUMB.
On an endless even keel;
No swings, no hits, no runs.
No emotion in my thoughts,
Not angst, or satisfaction;
Like a clock whose hands are caught,
Still ticking without traction.
I’m never missed; I’m never late;
I just sit at the station;
While friends await, I contemplate;
Unopened invitations.
A doorway out of endlessness;
Somewhere somehow awaits;
Promising to bring me less
Benign and flaccid fates.
Ill not be free though I may see;
It yawning open wide;
While none but I can carry me;
Across the other side.
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