The Still
One of the many things we search for
Cracked up,
Cold,
Dusty and old.
At least that’s what he was told.
He danced for the word
But his mind was completely
Still.
Nothing but still.
So still; but he wanted something to go off in his mind,
But no matter how hard he tried
Still...
It was still.
Cracked up,
Cold,
Dusty and old.
That’s what he was told this lifestyle would become.
Instead, the numbness
The empty,
The still,
Drove him off the road
And straight to his grave.
Cracked up,
Cold,
Dusty and old.
That’s what we see them become if they survive that long.
What they don’t tell us—they probably won’t.
About the Creator
Bianca Wargo
Psychology and English Writing double major at Kean U
1 Thessalonians 4:3-8
Leaving my old writing up to go back sometimes and see how God's changed me to be better.
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