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Volume 7 Issue 4
Page 23
I stare without seeing
Listen without hearing
Time seems to stand still
Yet morning is now night
Even though I try
I don’t understand why
I rise to walk
But my feet balk
So I sit back down
With a deep frown
If I could feel
Maybe the day would seem real
For now I am blocked
In a shell I am locked
Here I stay waiting
For the day
My shell will crack
So my life can get back on track
Timeless Day
By Herbie Medlin