Phlegmatic Stance
Is it now a time
of indifference
as we slowly kill
our conscience
Sinking into stupor
compassion dead
instincts do compel
ego be overfed
Creature of habit
slave to senses
fearing the light
taking no chances
Life ebbs away
moment by moment
as does diminish
our love quotient
23-October-2020
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