213 ~ Ambivalence Poem by stan pelfrey

213 ~ Ambivalence



I stand the precipice
of horror and rapture
but can not move

the stifling air of indifference
clouds my thought
and makes me stagnant

I, slowly fossilized
into the ground
preserved eternal

someday, I will be discovered
to become example
for someone, ambivalence

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