No way out. Too Deep.
No way in. To Sleep.
Nobody cares. A Sheep.
Three twins crosseyed
Strangely staring into nothing
Sitting, starving, crosslegged
Refuse to get up
Refuse to get out
Self pity
Depressed
Unhapy
Self
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2 comments:
interesting... the format, the words... very good poem.
Thanks. I was being spontaneous. :)
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