Torn
why am I inside
drawn like a moth to the flame
sunshine beckons me
yet here I sit, motionless
obsessed with the screen
ear buds block out the outdoors
can't seem to break free
take matters in my own hands
show of force needed
it is time to pull the plugs
salvage what's left of daylight
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The Choka form appears to be a string of 5-7-5-7-…
with an extra 7 at the end? That’s the way I understood
the description, but any opinions are welcomed!
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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