One Last Stop

a collection of poems, in draft form, often written as end-of-day reflections by Lee Shupe

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Options

What can I do?
To not understand
To not care
To not 

Not options

Yet they form
the core of my troubles.

Plagued by insensitivity,
am I doomed to wander 
stupid
indifferent?

Not options
Posted by Lee Shupe at 1:00 AM
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