and we find ourselves stuck
in plain empty fields
in abandoned homes
in broken, beating hearts
and we let ourselves wander
despite having no sign
of acceptance nor want
-each a heavy step
and we let ourselves long
for things we can't find
from where we are from
or our destination
and we find ourselves still
unmoving; back at the dumps
wary from the journey
yet, having no place to rest
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Word Vomit
Randoma collection/compilation of short stories, rants, prose, and poetry. Disclaimer! All the pictures r not mine but from Pinterest so ctto.
