Taking my time but maybe I'm taking too long,
Stagnant and sitting, wondering what's wrong.
Not sure where I'm heading, is the old me shredding?
Hot sweats haunt me, need to just change my bedding.
Plotting actions barely but have I grown too complacent?
Where do the other dimensions lie and are they even adjacent?
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Someone is from another dimension - we knows him, who it is, though he's gone home! heehee. Good write SM.
Lol not again haha.
The poet. seems to reflect on their current state of being, grappling with feelings of complacency and uncertainty about their direction in life.well done
Thanks!
The questioning in this poem leave a lingering feeling of unrest and the raising the issue of other dimensions takes it to another level. Well done
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Great job Shaun! What really lands is the tension between plotting change and staying still. That question of complacency doesn’t feel rhetorical…it feels like something you’re genuinely turning over, again and again. That repetition gives the piece its weight. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks for the great comment.
You are most welcome! Thanks for the great poem!
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