Stuck
Where’s my inspiration?
Love, loss, pain- aspiration?
Nothing here but mundane,
Turning circles blinded.
Longing for yesterday in tomorrow,
Ignorant and pompous.
Thinking thoughtless, running careless.
Forgetting where my place is.
In today-forever now.
A rote route, no destination.
I rust and wear, age and lose. At here-in place-forever?
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Ann T. | Year Posted 2011
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