Sitting in the corner of the room
Someone at the front is talking
A quiet conversation
Not paying attention,
Typing on a laptop
This has happened before.
Talking with friends
Walking down a sidewalk
Never traveled.
No, no you must have.
This has happened before.
Lying in bed
Staring up at a cream-colored ceiling.
The fan moves ever so slowly,
Light comes in through the crack under the door,
A crawling feeling up and down your bones
Like something is waiting here
Reminding you
This has happened before.
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Minor Inconveniences {Poetry}
Puisi"It was nothing important, A single stupid thought." -- -- -- -- -- A collection of poetry I doubt will ever be published, so I hope you enjoy it. Three years in the making, it's a trip through anxiety, love, heartbreak, depression, the works. Imag...
