Stagnation in the Silence
A poem by Lena.
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This silence is so deafening
The darkness is so threatening
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My mind so full of ruminations
There’s just no peace for contemplation
My soul is filled with desperation
I have no source of inspiration
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My qi has become stagnated
This storm will not be abated
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My heart is so full of bitterness
The world is so full of senselessness
People displaying such mindlessness
Searching to fill up the emptiness
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I wish no longer to pretend
That I don’t yearn for it to end
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I cannot deny the temptation
I feel so close to suffocation
I have no time for meditation
There's no hope of remediation
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My qi has become stagnated
This storm will not be abated
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Exhausted by my own breathlessness
So tired of all the restlessness
This world is so full of fearfulness
And people given to helplessness
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This silence is so deafening
The darkness is so threatening
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About the Creator
Lena Folkert
Alaskan Grown Freelance Writer 🤍 Lover of Prose
Former Deckhand & Barista 🤍 Always a Pleaser & Eggshell-Walker
Lifelong Animal Lover & Whisperer 🤍 Ever the Student & Seeker
Traveler 🤍 Dreamer 🤍 Wanderer
Happily Lost 🤍 Luckily in Love
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