Disposable Poetry

poems written on the fly

16,002 days

Posted by D. James on 31 January 2008

Falling fast now
through this life

Waiting for that
never-coming
something
to happen

Not sure
if this is sadness
or the edge
of madness

Each day
goes by and
all I want to do
is stop

(D. James)

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