Castaway
Alone
At some random airport
In a remote desolate place
Somewhere on some map
Stranded all night long
With nothing to see
Time stopped still
Idle on my hands
Hours stretched
Nothing to do
Sit and wait
And face
My own
Anxiety
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on February 2, 2020
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2020
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