Inbox Poem by Lithium Dinosaur
Inbox
Glancing over the word 'inbox' written in commonly platitudinous lettering.
Sigh. My inbox is like a ghost town.
Apathetic cracked ground. Lifeless.
Dying tumble-weed drifting past shattered dust.
All life extincted. All hope obliterated. Falling into a deep, frozen, heartless sleep.
Peacefull but cold.
Painfull but mild.
Windless.
Tranquil.
Inactive.
Speachless.
All dreams are broken.
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