I don't feel like writing this
though it's been far too long.
I don't feel like being me,
a piece of me has gone.
The fire is still alive,
don't get me wrong,
the desire is still here
just not as strong.
I trudge through halted mind,
dragging myself along,
knowing I'll eventually be
back where I belong.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PoetryPoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...
