Thereabouts

Sometimes I feel like  

Some old tree stump  

Stolen in the night  

In a relentless storm  

And slowly drowned  

Below turbulent waters 

Until life bubbled away  

And currents towed me  

In topsy-turvy fashion  

Deep in murky waters 

Only to be abandoned  

Rootless and scarred  

By some outgoing tide  

Tired of… dead weight  

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Poet of the Light © 2022  

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