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
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