Posted on October 30, 2014
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walked on crosshairs of boredom for too long
my ennui, my identity lapsed into one
like some landslide caricatured into thin lines
of a fleshy personality; yet I smile in tides
now I know why prisons wore straight lines.▬
Category: Culture, Daily Life, Identity, Inked Arteries, journal, Life Perspectives, non fiction, poetry, Psychological, Realities, ScribbleNibbles, short story, Society, Socio-Politics, song, Spiritual, Writing, WritingsTags: boredom, ennui, Identity, personal, poem, poetry, sadness, Writing
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