Like a single stem from a withered branch.
I hang precariously.
I want not to fall.
I wish not to carry on.
The stillness of my existence
attempting to silence my drowning restlessness.
Beneath the whirlpool of overflowing emotion,
I lie hurdled in grudging desire.
Thundering thoughts crawl below
the crevices of my flowing demeanor.
Making me wonder-
Is my stillness a farce?