The Deep

These wounds will not heal
Consuming, controlling
Searching edges in the dark
Spewing words, extolling

Thoughts raging; the rant
Upon deaf ears fallen phrases
Polite nods walking away
Bowed heads increased paces

Hobbling and falling behind
I watch the passing ground
Where I used to run and skip
Until life and time slowed me down

Stoic Poetry

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