Ennui

I feel light

Like a bird trapped in flight

The ground is not beneath me

The sky is not above me

Vertigo

Spiraling inwards

​

I feel full

With a stomach full of null

Sustenance is there

I am not hungry

Sustenance is not

I am

​

I feel fine

As a glass of spoiled wine

Too much oxygen has poisoned me

And I will forever be

Stuck in ennui

​

—

An old poem that's been with me through the years.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/ykgyye/a_poem_about_writing_a_book/iuteq1h/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf&context=3

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