Constant Arrhythmia.
Energetic Fatigue.
Canned Dreams.
Pickled Future.
Breath in life,
Choking on the dust,
Covering an engine so shiny.
Hyper racing heart,
Bronzed.
On your mark,
Get set,
Stop.
Alone on the track
I cannot lose him
He is not fast enough
Freeze
When should my happiness,
Tip your scale?
Sand spills
Sits still
I said Freeze?
A drowned rat
A shorn sheep
Caught him
Felt Him
Looked in his eyes
I look tired
I feel numb
I have not moved
4 comments:
Brian, where have you gone? Nice poem.
I don't get it.
Its just about feeling unfullfilled and dark and helpless and knowing that that is all your own fault
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