Stagnation

The streams have run stagnant.

The air is still

and chills to the bones.

You fought for so long

until your little body hit over-drive.

And you function on repeat.

Repeat, repeat, repeat.

Too numb to seek

Too blind to see.

One thing, I know.

We shall not meet again.

Author's Note

Too numb to write, lately. I tried.

Reviews

[s y e]

Wow, I felt this to my bones... I hope you're okay! This was great.

[Diana]

Thanks, Noodle.

[Shaquana Adams]

The ending is definitely felt the ending of this poem. You did a really good job again!

[Shaquana Adams]

Ah, mistake! :/ I definitely felt the ending of this poem. You did a really good job again!

[Diana]

No worries. Thank you, Shaquana.

[Sami Khalil]

Seek and you shall find , gaze and you shall see , meet and you shall long again...Just rambling from the inspiration of this poem...Excellent...:).........

[Diana]

Thank you, Sami.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome :)................................

[Jack...]

Diana, still you have written something very cool...just keep writing my friend.

[Diana]

Thank you, Jack. The effort still feels good.