Brilliant pink clouds casting
light,
Across the sky,
of a place once called home,
Give no solace now.
Just a harbinger of a stilted,
going nowhere life.
Same old, same show.
Nothing to see here, folks,
move along.
Show’s over.
Energy sapped, no air.
Back home now, I cannot move,
cannot think, cannot see.
I flounder, skin tight, unable
to breathe.
I am stifled.
There is no belonging.
I vascillate.
Unable to decide, take a step.
And so I flip and flop
Gasping for air,
Finding none.
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