Catatonic

FallingAwake2

Input flooding my chamber,

burning out the circuits,

until I can’t form the shapes

my mouth must make.

As time elapses,

my rapid thoughts 

arrive nowhere new.

I’m lost in confusion

–agleam– 

with my catatonic glaze.

  • Author: FallingAwake2 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 13th, 2023 22:33
  • Category: Sad
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