I'm stagnant.
My path is going nowhere,
and I used to be proud of it.
I'm stagnant.
Lost in all this passion,
passionate while being motionless.
Suspended in the air,
I toss and turn,
with no real reason to care.
I hate it here.
But still I care.
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Author:
RefugeInRain (
Offline) - Published: February 28th, 2025 19:45
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Comments3
Excellent write
Thanks Tony, glad you stopped by.
You're welcome
This poem leaves a feeling of being stuck somehow and the need for motion. A lovely ending to the poem that gives a sense of hope.
The feelings of being stuck in a rut, yet they feel there is hope, enjoyed the read
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