Breeding Inertia

A call in the night awakens you to loneliness.
Don’t forget the Frog King for he lay placid
In the valley breeding inertia. Unforgiving.
Always dreaming of a form greater than that
Of our own within which we believe we would
Find the confidence to embrace the year a new
We will never be anywhere but blue.

poem by David Lacey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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