untitled
he lurks in the midst
of darkness
hidden out of sight
moving furtively
as to keep from
arousing
attention
and tries to be still
motionless;
slowly
he sinks in abandon
settling into
a gloomy state
of depression . .
by Rob
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You’re currently reading “untitled,” an entry on sensory replays
- Published:
- June 5, 2008 / 9:13 AM
- Category:
- poetic blah blahs
- Tags:
- depression, poetry



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