Poetry

Sitting

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Here not knowing how to feel or think.

As I blindly go through life not really seeing the beauty in it all anymore.

So dark I can’t tell morning from night anymore.

Hoping this experience changes and doesn’t last for much later.

Stumbling around knocking into everything well trying to get away from it all.

Nothing left to say as it all fades to black and things become  more unclear.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes