To wait is to suffer.
To exist in stagnancy is an act of misery.
I write in hopes to uncover the reason behind this state. This sensation of impatience makes no sense to me.
Nothing is pending.
I have absolutely no reason to be so on-edge.
Perhaps my brain is sending my body these feelings for inspiration to finally leave my comfortable bed.
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BrettNotGreg
-Thirty-something enigma with a wide spectrum of interests.
-Heavily anchored in poetry.
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Oooo, those first two lines hit me so hard. Loved your poem!
“To exist in stagnancy is an act of misery” is so powerful and so, so true. Great work!