Waltzing into Shock

No longer do I waltz into shock

She wears laziness like a scarf

Stuffing struggles in a suitcase

Lacking the inner strength

A thin and weak vocabulary

Seeking nonexistent air

Forming a fog like perception

Cutting the rope of clarity

Standing still in the earthquake

No longer am I flabbergasted

The perplexity has diminished

She lives in the frozen movement

7 Comments

  1. Powerful and poignant words as the lightning of the photo after the storm of great disillusion. Love the vivid imagery of this poem. Thank you so much for stopping by my blog. I really appreciate this!

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