Unfeeling towards Nature

Slackened posture; the being does not have the patience of nature

Lazy contemplations on the struggle to communicate- missing metaphors

Gaping misunderstanding- life does not have the dearest of feelings

Every day it is weariness, mistrust, and mysterious ill-feelings 

Wasted days and nights; even the stars appear bland to the jaundiced eyes

Percolated feelings diluted with negativity, and that is an unworthy potion


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