Still Poem by Daniel Brown

Still

Rating: 5.0

The moments come,
The moments go,
Yet I remain the same...
Stagnant, stale, and suffering,
Blinded by the shame...
Weighed down in a heartbeat,
Fluttering in vain,
The nauseous hand that beats the brow...
The fist that beats the brain

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Rob Lamberton 23 March 2024

We all desire progress and lament when it escapes us!

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