Nothing has changed.
The past is still the present is still the future.
The cage is still there, after all;
I had just been closing my eyes.
Not even an audience out there
to witness my - what? Existence?
Or lack thereof?
Even God has stopped visiting.
Who wants to watch a tired old ape
bury her dreams?
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Author:
SusanneK (
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- Category: Sad
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