Down and Out

Sitting on a wooden chair
In a grey and hazy lair
Walled in by both stone and earth
Pondering unsettled cares

Unrequited, disquiet,
Gravitied by frowns and frets
Brittled, lapsing, mental grasp
Sinking shoulders, thought roullette

Frozen by unchosen fates
My fervid love left without sate
Seeking a deposit slip
To stash my new disheartened weight

 

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