Standing still in a
resemblance of a
pole where a flag
hangs from.
Storm after storm
which tries strenuously
to rock the ground
where I am standing;
I remained motionless
until my screws gradually
unscrewed itself.
I didn’t notice – wait,
perhaps I did but maybe,
just maybe
I was too bullheaded and
pretentious and
imaginably coward.
I am caught in the middle,
middle of nowhere.
I am indecisive about
leaving because
I am fastened
here in between
life and death.
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