Saturday, September 16, 2017

gravity

Words frozen on my tongue
Unable to escape
Seized in a prison of my creation
Thoughts like a dense fog
Hang pensively in the air
Heavy with the weight of good intention
And the shuffle of feet on streets beneath me
Bring quiet and ease; a stillness to my being
A familiar cadence
There’s a gravity pulling me in all directions
Always
Swallowing me whole
Write new chapters to my story each night
By daylight it all looks the same
I’m void again
Sunlight breaking across my face every day
For the first time
Buried beneath a million stories untold and unfinished
Tucked neatly behind all the words I’ll never say
That’s where you’ll find me








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