To wait is to suffer.
To exist in stagnancy is an act of misery.
I write in hopes to uncover the reason behind this state. This sensation of impatience makes no sense to me.
Nothing is pending.
I have absolutely no reason to be so on-edge.
Perhaps my brain is sending my body these feelings for inspiration to finally leave my comfortable bed.
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BrettNotGreg
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Comments (2)
Oooo, those first two lines hit me so hard. Loved your poem!
“To exist in stagnancy is an act of misery” is so powerful and so, so true. Great work!