Indisposed

She laid there 
desolate and 
indisposed...  

Her cold fingers 
twisting strands 
of fine blonde hair. 

Her green eyes 
staring at nothing 
but the ceiling... 

While her mind 
tried to remind her 
why she ever cared.

March 11, 2023March 12, 2023 by Anonymously Hal Categories: My PoetryTags: depression, Desolate, Mental, Moments, Numb, Poetry Leave a comment

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