Sitting Still
Without moves,
~~~~ But drenched with pain,
Fighting it,
I just sit;
Motionless it will still gain,
Battered down,
I’ll soon drown
And surface with pain screaming,
Breaking meter
Wrecking rhyme
My thoughts disrupting;
Till easing;
I find I am sitting still.



Gloom
to old Poetry

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