Johannes Kemp Poet Blank verse

For Hours

For hours
I just sit
For hours
I just wonder
For hours
I just listen

I am now on the point of nothing
But it feels like everything
I'm on the point of running
But I'm just sitting

For hours
I just feel
For hours
I just think
For hours
I just remember

The time when responsibility
Wasn't part of us

But now it's on my hands
I have nothing left
I have something to run from

But yet I'm just sitting

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