It rolls and rolls
Dragging my limp form
Across jagged stones
This was my favorite stanza.
Enjoyed this poem. I would describe it as an embodiment of the word "malaise". You can just feel the gray, stagnant tension of mediocrity.
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It rolls and rolls
Dragging my limp form
Across jagged stones
This was my favorite stanza.
Enjoyed this poem. I would describe it as an embodiment of the word "malaise". You can just feel the gray, stagnant tension of mediocrity.