Sinking Feeling
Hope, cliffhanging,I scratch fingernails
down the blackboard
'til I screech.
Life, backwards, forwards
knowing not
where I want to be,
just cancel the present.
Divorced from reality
and possibly you
I keep feeling
like running.
Time is decreasing,
the weights counterbalanced
now heavy, one sided,
just bottomed out.
Poetry by shells
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Written on 2012-11-12 at 00:48
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