Poem: Unresolved
Unresolved
On some days it feels
as though the doors
have closed, the paths
are blocked, there is no
place to go. But,
this is not a good place
to stay, it is not acceptable
to be here, though
everywhere else is barred.
On some days it feels
as though the doors
have closed, the paths
are blocked, there is no
place to go. But,
this is not a good place
to stay, it is not acceptable
to be here, though
everywhere else is barred.
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