After being
several weeks
secluded
silent
unseen
and
Now fretting
over
if
anyone
noticed
my absence
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Equilibrium Lost
My world stirs in the soft dawn lightBetween blurred linesOf laughter and dutySo keyboard clicks to deadline’s call Work demands dutySurrendering mere moments for hoursTo repeated, relentless tasksTaking time away from familiar faces Home once safe, now compromisedDreams deferred, desires pausedRest delayed, foundations decayedHome life replaced with work’s demands We chase others’ definitions of successIgnoring…
Closed-Ended Questions
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All I have are words
Objects age and need repair, pass on to others, or get discarded. When I am gone, all that will remain of me are my words.
Pillow Talk
The whispering
never stops.
It never
stops.
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