Stuck in this chair
Held in the air
Time like a thread
Thin with despair
Window of blue
Far from my view
Life drifting past
I can’t walk through
Radio’s sigh
Low lullaby
Songs of a world
I can’t stand by
Days I feel stone
Cold to the bone
Set in a corner
Left on my own
Days I feel smoke
Soft as a joke
Fading in rooms
No voices spoke
Most days I’m caught
Tangled in thought
Stuck in a life
Motion forgot
Still I remain
Quiet with pain
Watching the world
Fall like rain
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Author:
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Clever rhyming in these short lines that fall like the tick of a clock and add to the feeling of the poem of a life filled with the mundane and pain with little to look forward to. Nicely written
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