Full Stop

Full stop.
Beyond what you feel
you can sense,
but you refuse to see.
Too much thoughtlessness,
– the usual behavior
concerning progress.
Growth stagnates,
the will breaks,
prone-ward bow,
hands on all fours.
The mind perceives all,
though brainless is the action.
The warm heart beats still,
but the blood turns cold.
Life runs in circles;
there is no end.
Only the play presses on,
as losses mount.
Game Over.

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