Poem -
Waiting On the Credits
That powerless feeling
of being a spectator
in your own life...
Sitting in the back row
watching the movie play out
like a flickering shadow
of a dying tree
swaying in the breeze...
You know the show is gonna end...
Now just a question of when
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Relatable :)