stagnancy

when I roll down the window

or stroll through the park

significant clutter

which mind, and which part

the only thing to know is that it’s difficult

there’s a blinding light

and I cannot see

but could I ever?

was it meant to be?

my golden eyes do work when I need them to

I’m standing here shivering

it’s the hottest day of the year

what can we do now?

think up one of many great fears

and bring that to the forefront of my mind for the day

written by: Corey M. Rose