Inertia

I've a suitcase packed, a U.S. map,
But nowhere I should go.
I've a love who doesn't love me,
Though she's never told me so.
I've a life that's very easy.
People always say that's true.
Still I fret. I haven't yet
Determined what I ought to do.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-08-18 at 21:12

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