Stale.
Unmoving.
This is where we are.
Is this what you dreamed of?
I thought it would become more.
But it hasn't moved since that night.
The night I thought a new chapter was being written.
Nothing.
Zero.
I wished for more,
Hoped for more,
But it never came.
Now I sit here wondering,
Will there ever be progress?
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Poetry from the Soul
PoetryJust poetry written by yours truly. There is a little bit of everything here.
