Monday, June 11, 2012

Unresolved

His hurried ledger counts the cost
For what is gained and who is lost.
Sitting for hours in unresolved thought
Not going where or doing what he ough.
Like corpse still, like fetus curled
Endeavors to construct a different world,
Framed and walled by self-caused confusion,
His only companion his own delusion.

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