I have not a thought to share.
I am in a room with a broken broom,
finding it hard this morning to care.
Thinking back to before the womb.
Wanting to know what was before,
living the day I am currently on.
Questioning what life is for,
waiting for it to move on.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 7th, 2025 06:24
- Comment from author about the poem: brain dump. In one of those blah moods sorry.
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Comments1
Wondering if the broken broom is a metaphor or literal or both. Waiting is doing thoughts become action. A poem dysphoric and moving in that all of us have been there and out of existential crisis are paths to other horizons. Moving
The broken broom is a ref back to the other poem \"empty Thoughts\". Suggesting I am back there this morning.
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