Polymid

A weekly poetry blog describing mostly Sundays. Written by James M. Frost

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16 February 2014

Stuck

You know that feeling of being stuck?
Stuck in that same room for days and days and days
Stuck like some rodent in a mousetrap
Stuck and knowing it too

And whenever there is chance to go free
your answer is "great, I just need to be stuck a little bit more."

"I'll get up in five"
yeah right
You said that hours ago.
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