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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