Faces all round,
Impassively burning under the sun.
Everyone is on the run,
Carrying their own personal wound and burden.
I, a member of this crowd,
Crossing the distance between,
Stillness and fight.
As life dances on its own plight. 
No words, no feeling,
Frustration breaking the ceiling.
Trying hard to stay numb,
As moon breaks into crumbs. 
Between stages of incurable phrases,
Of twists and bend,
Life will slowly quickly end.

Copyright © Word Hunter

P.C. Pexels

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