Suspended
SUSPENDED
this static quiet...
stagnantly
fills my space
silently
the air hangs
dense and muted
my fingers type
numb floating
appendages
rest slightly bent
motionless
hurt dripping off
the tips deferred
now adjourned
another tortured
soul
suspended
in
time
R.I.P. Scott Weiland
© Kim van Breda—4 December 2015
Copyright © Kim Van Breda | Year Posted 2015
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