stagnant by Angela Thomas at this point in my life it feels like everything has stopped flowing, like the city holds no more majesty than a brick holds your hand. momentum has screeched to a halt, final stop on the red-line, please check for lost belongings in the seat-back pocket before exiting. joy runs parallel to alcohol, hash, weed consumption. nothing motivates. nothing stirs. flies buzz. sediment builds. 10/26/2010 Posted on 10/26/2010 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Member Comments on this Poem Posted by George Hoerner on 10/26/10 at 11:52 PM This reminds of boredom, which my children always spoke of when they were younger. I would tell them that they were only bored because they were not "involved" in the present. But still a good write. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)