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Poetry :: Stagnant

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07 . 21 . 2003

Watching time wander hourlessly
In a world of circumstantial everything,
I pace myself accordingly,
Partaking of another day
While a tune floats between my ears.

The nights get cold
And all I feel is endlessness.

Insomnia is a friend of mine.
I work to feed its hunger.

There’s an ever present hue of green
That haunts my inner eye instead.

My imagination runs without a winded breath.
I try to keep up,
Wondering if I’m destined to fade.
And still the tune I hum,
Constant lullaby knocking on my door.

I try to be the good girl,
Who says the right thing,
Who looks the right way,
Who wants to be perfect.

I don’t even like that song.