The Unmoved
I am a disaster,
wallowing in self-pity.
Delusions strong,
paranoia in overdrive.
I am stalemate.
Stagnant.
Watching life pass,
and I cannot move.
No dreams, nor nightmares.
Life hurts.
Checkmate.
Copyright © Lauren Tilley | Year Posted 2024
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