Life, and all that comes with it
Monday, 25 January 2016
Meander
I'm trying something different. Read the entire excerpt on one go, then re-read it line by line (combine the first lines of each stanza, followed by the second and the third).
I hate,
Lacking
Sleep.
I brood,
That much more,
Without intention.
I wish,
Emotional detachment,
Can be my skill.
I lost,
that part of my inhumanity.
It's funny.
Because I found love, and I didn't retain it.
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