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.
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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